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A rRonucTiox of the poetical works of 
W I L L I A M A^^'*!^ A VIES, 

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(The Golden Minkr,) 

]:A8'r NANTICOKK, LUZERNE COUNTY, I'A. 



Nlil'HEW OF THE I.ATE IMMOKIAL BAKI>, 

Ki:v. WALTER DAVIE3, (GWALTER MECHATX,) 

INCl'MRnNT MINISTER OF MANAVI.N, NORTH WALES. 



TUAN'SIiATKI) INTO T:I10 WKI.SII LANGUAGK BY 

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C A S G I, I A I) O W E I T H I A U B A K D i:) O N O L 

WILLIAM A. D A V I E S,, 

(Y MWNWR EURAID.) 

NANTICOlvE DDWYREINIOL, SWYDD LUZERNE, PA. 

XAI I'll DIWEDDAK ANFAP.WOI4 FARDD 

Y Parch. WALTER DAVIES, (GWALLTER >[EOHAIN,) irANAFON. 



WEm EI GYFIEITBU O'R SAESNAF.O 

GAN DAVID I. DAVIES, [DEWI IDLOES.] 






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NANTICOKE DDWYREINIOL 

Argraffwyd gan BAXXAN a RAMSEY, Poltsvi!!e, Pa. 

1872. 








^his Volume 

TO MV THREE FAITHFUL AND AFFECTIOXATE FRIENDS, 

HARRY HAKES, 

Of East Nanticoke ; 

GEORGE P. RICHARDS 

Of Plymouth ; 

THEODORE HAMMER, 

Of Mahanoy City; 

By their liumble servant, 

The Author. 




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1 M TRI CHYFAILL FFVDDLON A CHARIADLAWN, 

HARRY HAKES, 

O Nantieoke Dtlwyreiiiiol ; 

GEORaE P. RICHARDS, 



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THEODORE HAMMER, 

O Mahanoy City ; 

Can cLi Gostyngedig Was, 

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INTIIPDUCTION. 



The author of this small volume was born near Tydvil's 
Well, Merthyr Tydvil, Glamorganshire, South Wales, on the 
25th of July, A. D. 1S43. His family descended from Mont- 
gomeryshire, North Wales. During, the early part of his life, 
his privileges of education were very narrowly limited, as his 
father many years before his death had lost his sight, and as the 
family consisted of seven in number, the author being the 
youngest, it may be easily imagined that the means of educa- 
tion could not be afforded, especially when we consider the 
situation of the working cUisses in Wales. 

As his father in early life had drank freely from the foun- 
tain of knowledge, he was very cautious to teach his children 
the fundamental principles of learning, and make them 
conversant with scripture. Oftimcs I have heard the bard say 
he w^as under the necessity of spelling and rehearsing three 
verses from scripture between his meals, otherwise he was under 
obligations to fast until the task was fulfilled ; nevertheless, he 
,had a kind father who was a pious Christian. This we can easily 
comprehend from the tenor of the poem entitled, " O .' that 



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ICRRATA, 

Page 1 6 — For '\i^eoic>gy," read ''theology.''' 

Page 44 — For "That bled there to save," read "I'hat bled 

their land to save." And for "Historians ere to bring," 

read "Historians e'er to bring." 

Page 64 — For "A humble soul," read "A huinhlei soul." 
Page 136 — For "gore hath closed,'' read "gore hath colored " 
Page 138 — For "Thou eternally ^\rd][ chant," read "Thou 

<f/'<'r«^7/ shalt chant." 

Page 144 — For ' the forest mammoth the s(|uirrel," read 

"the forest mammoth to the scjuirrel " 

Page 40 — For " The storms are over," read '• The storms 

of life are over." 

Page 56 — For ''But to your," read '■'■Back to your, &c." 
Page 146 — For "Thy celestial love,'" read "Thy celestial 

robe. ' ' 



G\V ALLAU. 

Tud. 105, llin. 3, yn lie arnat, darllener arfia/. 
Tud. 113, llin. 2, yn lie elrch, darllener erch. 



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RHAGARAVEINIAD. 



Ganwyd awdwr y gyfrol fechan hon ger Ffynon Tydfil, 
yn Merthyr Tydfil, swydd Forganwg, D. C, Gorpenaf 25ain, 
1843, eithr yn ddisgynedig o swydd Drefaldwyn, G. C. Yn 
moreu ei oes ni chafodd nemawr o fanteision dysg, o herwydd 
fod ei dad, flynyddau cyn ei farwolaeth, wedi cael ei ymddi- 
fadu o'i olygon. Gan fod ganddo i ofalu am saith o blant, yr 
ieuangaf o ba rai oedd yr awdwr, amlwg yw nas gallesid dys- 
gwyl mwy o fanteision addysg iddynt nag a fwynheir yn gyff- 
redin yn Nghymru. Gan fod ei dad yn moreu ei oes wedi 
ymhyfrydu mewn gwybodaetb, cymerodd gryn drafferth i eg- 
wyddori ei blant yn elfenau gwahanol ganghenau gwybodaetb, 
yn benaf oil bu yn dra gofalus i'w haddysgu yn egwyddorion 
y gyfrol ddwyfol. Clywais yr awdwr yn dywedyd ei fod dan 
yr angenrheidrwydd o sillebu ac adrodd tair o adnodau o'r 
ysgrytbyr Ian rhwng ei brydiau bwyd, yn amgen byddai raid 
iddo ymprydio nes eu dysgu yn gywir. Er hyny yr oedd yn 
dad tyner ac yn Gristion cywir. Deallir hyny wrtli ddarllen 



8 Introduction. 

witJi thee my faithful father,'''' in which he describes his feel- 
ijigs in very pathetic language. 

From the history which the bard has given me concerning 
his beloved father, it is briefly as follows : 

He served many years in the British army ; four years as a 
private kettle drummer in the 23rd regiment of the Royal 
Welsh Fusileers, then he was promoted to drum major, which 
office he fulfilled so as to give general satisfaction for the 
space of ten years. 

The first cause of his blindness occurred after the siege of 
Gibralter on the Mediterranean Sea, when he was visited with 
a disease, which affected his eyes. Owing to said disease, him- 
self and several others were discharged. After his release 
from the army, he proceeded to Holywell, in -Flintshire. 
North Wales, where he married a daughter of the late Rev. 
David Evans, minister of the Baptist Church — she proved a 
diligent and virtuous wife during life, and by her he had 
seven sons and three daughters. From Holywell he migrated 
to Merthyr Tydvil, where he entirely lost his sight, and where 
he reared his family by carrying on the nailing business ; so 
he kept twelve workmen for the space ot 26 years. He was 
beloved by all, both poor and rich. May he rest in peace 
after an age of pilgrimage. 

The departure of the bard from his parents leaves a deep 
impression upon his mind up to the present day. 

The kind advice given, the love and affection exhibited, 
and the briny tears that flowed perpetually nourish the foun- 
tain of regret. 

In 1865 our hero emigrated to America, but previously he 
had married one Maria Jenkins, at Aberdare, South Whales, so 



RhagariViiniad. 9 

y gan a ehvir, " O .' gyda thi fy nhad ffyddlonaf,'^ yn mha un 
y desgrifia ei deiniladau yn dra effeithiol a medrus. 

Oddiwrth yr hanes a roddes y bardd i ni o barthed ei dad? 
ymddengys iddo dreulio llawer o flynyddau yn myddin 
Prydain Fawr. Bu bedair blynedd yn dabyrddwr cyffredin, 
yna dyrchafwyd ef yn rhingyll y tabyrddion yn y 23ain gat- 
rawd o'r "Milwyr Breiniol Cymreig," yr hon swydd a wasan- 
aethodd yn ffyddlon am yspaid deng mlynedd. Yr achos 
gwreiddiol iddo golli ei olwg oedd cael anwyd pan yn amddi- 
ffyn Caerfa Gibraltar, ar For y Canoldir. O herwydd iddo ef 
ac eraill glafychu cawsant eu rhyddid. Ar ol ei ryddhad aeth 
i Dreffynon, swydd Callestr, G. C, lie y priododd a merch y 
diweddar Barch. David Evans, gweinidog y Bedyddwyr, yr 
hon a fu yn amgeledd gymhwys iddo drwy ystod ei oes. Gan- 
wyd iddynt saith o fechgyn a thair o ferched. O Dreffynon 
symudodd tad ein hawdwr i Ferthyr Tydfil, yn mha le y llwyr 
gollodd ei olwg. Cadwodd ddeuddeg o wneuthur^vyr hoelion 
yn ei wasanaeth am 26ain o flynyddoedd, a pherchid ef yn 
fawr gan wreng a bonedd. Heddwch i'w Iwch, ar ol taith o 
bererindod. 

Y mae ymadawiad y bardd a'i rieni wedi gadael argraff 
ddwfn ar ei feddwl hyd heddyw. Y cynghorion dwysa rodd- 
wyd, y serch a'r cariad a ddangoswyd, a'r dagrau heilltion a 
dywalltwyd, a ddylifant nior nerthol, nes cadw ffynhonell hir- 
aeth yn ddiysbydd. 

Yn y flwyddyn 1S65, ymfudodd ein harwr i'r America. 
Cyn hyny priododd ag im Maria Jenkins, yn Aberdar, D. C.,. 



iO Introduction. 

Mr. Jenkins and the whole family, including our bard, em- 
barked hither. Be it understood that Mrs. Davies' parents are 
strong promoters of learning, so in their persons the author 
found great consolation in his career to obtain knowledge, 
because they had the kindness to assist him to procure a varie- 
ty of books, and also to three months of academical instruc- 
tion at Lewisburg, Pa., which enabled him to reach his pres- 
ent position. As a miner, he has worked as much as the gener- 
ality of his fellow workmen, beside preaching the gospel very 
frequently. 

Like many more, it happens that he transgressed the laws 
•of his employers to such a degree as to bring upon him their 
judicious revenge. These children of monopoly have depriv- 
ed him of being able to obtain work ivhcii and ivlicrever he 
makes an application, and all this is done because he has de- 
fended what his and other consciences believe to be justice. 
Amongst the working classes it is seldom we meet his equal ; 
he possesses great energy of thought, fluency of speech, and 
expanded ideas. And as he commands a steady resolution 
with the truth for his shield, he is deemed almost uncon- 
quera.ble. He has been offered high offices, such as would 
benefit himself aiKl family, providing he used his influence to 
invoke his fellow workmen to yield to their terms or not to in- 
terfere further in their cause. Such proposals he refused with 
scorn and contempt. So he became a mark for their veno- 
mous arrows. The result was, the refusal of work, and the 
turning himself and family out from their humble dwelling, to 
seek shelter under the canopy of heaven, with mother earth for 
their resting place. 

Dear reader, I ask vou, when will the dav dawn when tiie 



Rhagai-wc'uiiad . 1 1 

rhieni yr hon, ynghyd a'i brodyr a'i chwiorydd, a ymfusasant 
liefyd. Dealler fod rhiaint Mrs. Davies yn dra hoff o dd3'Sg- 
eidiaeth, a buont yn gyaorthwy nid bychan i'n hawdwr yn ei 
yrfa wybodaethol, o herwydd iddynt ei attegu a gwahanol 
fathau o lyfrau, yr hyn, yn nghyd a'i gynorthwyo i gael tri 
mis o ysgol yn Lewisbiirg, a'i galluogodd i gyrhaedd ei safon 
bresennol. 

Fel mwnwr, y mae wedi gvveithio ar gyfartaledd a'r rhelyw 
o'i gydweithwyr, gan bregethu yr efengyl yn dra mynych ; 
eithr fel amrai eraill, dygwyddodd iddo dynu gwg a digofaint 
y goruchwylwyr, nes yr amddifadir ef o waith pa le bynag y 
troa ei wyneb, a hyn oil o herwydd ei fod yn amddiffyn yr 
hyn a ystyriai ef ac eraill yn gyfiawnder. Yn mhlith y dos- 
barth gweithiol anfynych y ceir ei efelydd. Medda amgyff- 
redion dyrnddwys, doniau llithrig, ac hyawdledd goruchel ; a 
thra yn niabwysiadu penderfyniad diysgog a gwirionedd yn 
darian iddo, anhawdd yw cael neb i'w wrthsefyll. Er cynyg 
iddo swyddi cysurus ac enillfaAvr am geisio gwyrdroi ei gyd- 
weithwyr, neu adael eu hachos yn llonydd, gwrthododd y cwbl 
gyda dirmyg, nes myned yn nod i saethau gwenwynig. Y 
canlyniad fu ei atal i weithio, a'i anfon ef a'i deulu allan o'u 
hanedd, i gymeryd ffurfafen y nefoedd 3'n do, a'r ddaear oer 
yn orweddfan. 

Atolwg, ddarllenydd, pa bryd y gwawria yr araser pan \- 
daw y mwyrif o'r gweithwyr yn ddidwyll i hawlio eu hiavvn- 
derau ? Llawer o floeddio y sydd am ryddid yn America, yn 
ogystal a pharthau eraill o'r byd, pan y sefydlir undeb i du- 
ebu yn erbyn gormes a thrais. Rhy fynych y gosodir gor- 



1 2 Iiitrodiictio}!. 

majority of workmen will join, in the absence of falsehood, to 
claim their rights ? There existeth a continual cry for free- 
dom throughout America, as well as other parts of the globe, 
but when there is an union established that tends to demolish 
the bonds of slavery, often there will be too much confidence 
placed in traitors and demagogues who, like Esau of old, 
will sell their birthright for a very small trifle. 

Sinre the majority of the population of all civilized coun- 
tries is composed of the working classes, I cannot perceive 
that there should be any obstacle in the way of workmen to 
procure their rights under such a free government as America. 
Our small space will not permit a criticism on capital and la- 
bor, the duty of workmen, etc , and, in fact, enough has been 
said through other mediums. All that is required is a co-oper- 
ation in union ; keep falsehood, treachery, and avarice aloof. 
This vast country is inhabited by representatives of almost all 
nations of the world, and they themselves, or their ancestors 
have been monopolised by tyrants of other governments; they 
have fled here for refuge and in search of freedom, but alas ! 
they have turned tyrants themselves. 

Should a 7nan rise amongst them that deserves that blessed 
name, hatred will be nursed toward him, lies spread concern- 
ing him, and all the power of malice and vengeance will be 
brought forward to overwhelm him. Instead of gratifying his 
integrity, they will stain his character with the basest language 
they are able to pronounce. Instead of tendering a charitable 
hand in case of necessity, they will deprive him of all accom- 
modation, and despise sooner than greet him with sympathy 
and love. But still the author of this work manifests brother- 



Rhagaru'ciuiad. 1 3 

mod o ymddiried mewn rhyw gorachod llesg a Ihvfr, pa rai 
mal Esau gynt, a werthant eu genedigaeth-fraint am ychydig. 
Gan mai gweithwyr a gytansoddant y mwyrif o drigolion pob 
gwlad, o dan lywodraeth mor rhydd ag America methwyf a 
chanfod un rhwystr ar eu ffordd i fwynhau eu hiawnderau. 
Pallai ein gofod yn yr erthygl fechan hon i fanylu ar gyfalaf a 
llafur, dyledswydd y gweithwyr, &c., ac, o ran hyny, y mae 
digon wedi ei ddweyd drwy gyfryngau draill. Yr unig bethau 
sj^dd yn eisiau ydynt undeb a chydweithrediad, a chadw hoc- 
ed, brad a thwyll allan o'n plith. Poblogir y wlad eang hon 
gan ddynion agos o bob Uwyth, iaith, pobl a chenedl, abuont 
hwy neu eu tadau yn ddarostyngedig i iau gormesol llywodr- 
aethau creulon eraill, wedi ffoi yma i geisio rhydid, wele y 
maent yn troi yn ormeswyr eu hunain ! Os cyfyd dyn yn eu 
plith fyddo yn deilwng o'r cymeriad hwnw, meithrinir adgas- 
rwydd tuag ato, taenir celwyddau am dano, a defnyddir brad 
a thwyll i'w ddisodli. Yn lie gwobrwyo ei deilyngdod lly- 
chwynir ei gymeriad yn y modd hagraf; yn lie roddi Haw o 
gymhorth yn ngwyneb angenoctyd ac adfyd, gadawant ef yn 
amddifad o bob cynorthwy, abydd yn hytrach yn destyn 
gwawd nac yn wrthrych o dosturi. Ar y cyfan, hawlia awdwr 
y gyfrol hon gyfeillgarwch mynwesol yn mhersonau lluaws o'i 
gydweithwyr, yn gystal a boneddigion rhyddfrydig eraill ; ac 
yn y cyfwng presenol, ni fedd yn amgen na chyfeirio at y 
cyhoedd, gan hyderu y bydd iddynt hyrwyddo cylchrediad y 
llyfryn bychan hwn, er ei alluogi i gyrhaedd uwch safon 
mewn dysg a dawn. 

Canfyddir yn rhediad y gwaith hwn ei fod wedi ei gyfan- 
soddi yn y Saesnaeg ; a phan ystyrir mai drwy gyfrwng yr 



1 4 Introduction, 

ly love in the bosoms of the majority of his fellow-workmen.. 
as well as other benevolent gentlemen. 

Under present circumstances he has no alternative but to 
apply to the public, having confidence they will speed the 
circulation of this small volume, so as to supply him with 
means to reach a higher figure in literature. 

In perusing this w^ork you will perceive that the original 
was composed in the English language ; and when considered 
that it was through the medium of said language the author 
has risen to his present position, he humbly requests the sym- 
pathy of the critical and learned for thus appearing before the 
jjublic. 

Inasnuicli as our bard derives his origin from Welsh ancestry, 
it is prudent to mention that he is a nephew to the late Rev, 
Walter Davies, int umbent minister of Manaven, North Wales. 
The celebrated bard of Manaven Avas well known by the bardic 
name of " Gwallter Mechain." His fame as a bard and his- 
torian will flourish in the annals of history while the sun gov- 
erns the day and the moon illuminates the night. 

The writer hopes that the author will live, and have tlie ad- 
vantage to reach the figure of his immortal uncle in the sphere pf 
literature and theolog}', until he becomes a glory to his nation 
in a distant land. I feel much delighted that he possesses the 
faculties and resolution to breathe the atmosphere of great 
knowledge in future. Accordingly, should this small volume 
meet with a kind reception, as the first fruits of his genius, it 
will be the cause of animating greater exertions within him to 
reach the objects of his steadfast views, for he intends return- 
ing to Lewisburg College until graduated in the necessary re- 
quirements. As this is the only honest method left him to 



Rhaganveimad. 1 5 

aeg bono y c} rhaeddodd yr awdwr y gris y mae arno, hyderir 
y maddeuir iddo am ei anturiaeth gyhoeddus. 

Yn gymmaint a'i fod yn Gymro, teihvng yw coffa ei fod 
yn nai i'r diweddar Barch. Walter Davies (Gwallter Mechain)^ 
periglor Manafon, G. C, enw yr hwn, fel lienor a bardd, a 
saifynuchel tra haul yn llywodraelhu y dydd, a lloer yn 
llywodraethu y nos. 

Hyder yr ysgrifenydd yw y bydd iddo gyrhaedd nod ei 
cwythr mewn cylchoedd llenyddol a duwinyddol, nes y byddo 
yn anrhydedd i'w genedl mewn gwlad estronol. 

Dywenydd genyf ganfod ynddo ddigon o alluoedd ac ym- 
roddiad i gyflawni gorchestion yn y dyfodol ; gan hyny, os 
cyfarfyddant y cynhyrchion hyn, sef blaenffrwy th ei awenydd, 
aderbyniad croesawns, rhydd egni ychwanegol ynddo i gyr- 
haedd cyfeiriad ei amranion ; oblegyd bwriada fyned yn ol i 
athrofa Lewisburg nes cyrhaedd y graddoliaeth angenrheidioL 

Gan mai dyma yw yr unig foddion gonest a fedda i weith- 
redu er cynnal ei hunan a'i deulu, taer ymbilir ar y cyhoedd i 
dderbyn ffrwyth ei lafur mal gvvron clodadwy a chadfridog 
ymresymiad. 

Drwy fanol bwyso ar deilyngdod, credir yn ostyngedig y 
bydd y llyfr yn werth yr hyn a ofynir am dano. Gresyn 
fyddai i ni adael doniau mor hedegog, ap athrylith mor dry- 
Iwyr heb roddi manteision i'w gwrteithio. Cludwyd lluoedd 
i briddellau oer y dyffryn allasent fod yn ser dysgleirwych yn 
ffurfafcn llenjddiaeth pe cefnogid hwynt yn ol eu teilyngdod ; 



1 6 Liiroduction. 

proceed with towards the maintenance of !->iinseif and family, 
it is humbly requested that the publii will patronize hini as 
a defeated but confidential hero and champion of reason. 

In valuing the merits of this small production it is sincerely 
believed that it is well worth the fixed price. I should deem 
it unfair to leave such a gem of knowledge as the author is 
void of support to cultivate his true genius. Many have been 
laid in the gloomy regions of the grave who may have figured 
as bright stars in the firmament of literature, providing they 
had the support they deserved ; whilst others that received the 
philanthropy of mankind, deserted the paths of duty, and de- 
ceiving their friends, sank their talents in the sea of oblivion. 
If a man is proved willing and steadfast in some things, it is 
easier to place confidence in him pertaining to other matters ; 
therefore concerning the author, since his solidity has been 
proved, even in the face of tempting offerings, we have reason 
to believe that he will serve the public in the same manner, 
so that his name will be recorded on the pages of virtue s,s 
long as 

"Moon and stars beguile the niglit. 
And sun sends forth its beams of light " 

Inasmuch as neither the author nor translator claim perfec- 
tion, it is hoped that this issue be received courteously, with- 
out the absurdity of criticising its fiiilures, but receive what is 
consistent with reason and virtue, with kindness. 

In examining this ^mall production the true critic will ob- 
serve that the author bears more leniently on geology and 
natural philosophy, than to any other branch of knowledge : 
because when he endeavors to compose upon subjects differing 



Rhagarvieiniad. 17 

ac eraill a gefnogwjd a wyrasant oddiar hvjbrau dyledswydd, 
gan siomi dysgwyliadau eu cyfeillion drwy suddo eu talentau 
yn mor anghof. Pan y profir dyn yn ffyddlon a diysgog 
mewn rhai pethau, gellir ymddibyhu arno yn rhwyddach 
mewn pethau eraill ; efelly q barthed i'r awdwr, gan ei fod 
wedi cael ei brofi mor ddiysgog yn ngwyneb cymhellion hud- 
oliaethus, mae sail i gredu y gwasanaetha y cyhoedd yn ddi- 
dwyll, ac y bydd ei enw yn dderchafedig — 

" Tra bo lleuad weladwy, 
Seirian haul naser yn hwy." 

Gan nad yw yr awdwr na'r cyfieithydd yn honi perffeith- 
rwydd, bydded i'r cyhoedb dderbyn hyn o waith yn garedig, 
heb fanylu ar ei ffaeleddau, ond dcrbyn yr hyn a ystyrir yn 
rinweddol gyda pharch. 

Drwj ymchwil i'r gwaith hwn, canfyddir fod yr awdwr yn 
tueddu at ddwyfyddiaeth ac athroniaeth naturiol, yn hytrach 
nadim arall ; o herwydd pan yn ymgynyg cyfansoddi ar des- 
tynau gwahanol mae megys yn ymneillduo o'i elfen, ac ni 
fydd ei awen yn chwaethus a meistrolgar hyd nes y dychwel 
yn ol i'w ffyrdd cynhenid, yr hyn a brawf nad yw y gwaith 
wedi ei fwriadu i gynnal mympwyon masweddol, ond yn hyt- 
rach i dywys y meddwl at foes a rhinwedd, fel na fydd achos 
iddo gywilyddio ei arddel yn y dyfodol. 

Os cyfarfyddir ag ambell gyfansoddiad a thuedd ddifriol 

ynddojt sylwer mai y gwrthrych a ddarlunir, ac nid personau : 

a phe gwybyddit, ddarllenydd, pa faint o gamwri mae yr 

awdwr wedi ddyoddef gan fradwyr a phleidwyr gorrnes a 

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1 8 Introduction. 

from those principles, he seems as divorced from his natural 
element, so his genius will not issue a masterly strain, until he 
has returned to his original equanimity ; however, this work, 
is not intended to amuse the vulgar classes, but quite the re- 
verse ; it is destined to guide the thoughtful along the paths 
of virtue and morality; therefore, the author should not be 
ashamed to acknowledge it in future. Should the reader 
meet with a few poems that appertain to ridicule or disdain, 
be it considered that it is the subject, is treated upon, there- 
fore, /^;-x^;/a//(F is out of the question. But, kind readers, if 
you were aware of the one tenth of the contempt, misery and 
wrongs, which the bard has endured, through unwise policy 
of tyrannical powers, probably you would be astonished that 
Tiis muse was not directed more personally. Nevertheless, we 
presume that he deserves recommendations for his prudent 
forbearance and manly manners, for it is seldom any good 
comes from that cursed passion called revenge. 

Such was his zeal to benefit his fallen workmen that he used 
all his energies to defend them. Although he was thrown 
from his dwelling, as before mentioned, when neither of them 
dared give him refuge, fearing that themselves and families 
would share the same fate, under the vengeance of the cruel 
company ; yet, Mr. Davies is far from boasting in his manly 
doings. Providing all miners in America acted similar to 
him they would soon release themselves from the slough of 
bondage and obtain their rights. 

Now, to the Golden Miner give. 
With all your hearts, a chance to live ; 
Do act like men, and boldly say. 
He is the champion of the day. 



Rhaganveiniad. ig 

thrais, }• mae i'w ryfeddu na fuasai wedi defnyddio llwybr 
mwy personol. 

Yn hyn oil, mae yn ddiau ei fod i'w ganmol am ei amyn- 
edd, ei ledneisrwydd, a'i foneddigeiddrwydd ; canys anfyn- 
ych y deillia yr un daioni oddiwrth y nwyd felldigedig hono 
aelwir ymddial. 

Vr oedd ei awydd gymmaint am lesoli ei gydweithwyr, nes 
y defnyddiodd ei holl allu, gorff ac enaid, i'r perwyl hwnw. 
Kr ei ymlid o'i annedd, fel y crybwyllwyd, pan nas beiddiai 
neb o'l gyfeiUion drugarhau wrtho, am eu bod yn ofni derbyn 
yr un dynged oddiwrth eu meistri ; eto, pell ydyw Mr. Davies 
o ymffrostio )n ei weithredoedd ; er hyny, tegwch tuag ato 
ydyw bras-grybwyllrad fel hyn, fel y gellir ei farnu yn ol ei 
deilyngdod. 

Ped ymddygent'holl fwnwyr America fel efe buan y medd- 
•annent eu hiawnderau, gan ymryddhau o gorsydd diffaith 
caethiwcd. 

V nui'n awr i'rmwnwr euraid — rhoddwch 
Arwyddion bro telaid ; 
Deuwch a bloeddiwch o blaid 
Gwir rin ei gywir enaid. 

Breiniau dyn yn brin y daeth,— ond Davies 
Dyfodd i'w gefnogaeth ; 
Er ei hbl i reolaeth 
A allawdd o'i nawdd a wnaeth. 



20 Jntrodiiction. 

Against him if a siege is laid, 
Ve miners, come and give him aid, 
So that he may defeat his foes, 
In where he is or where he goes. 

The rights of man he will defend 

In truth and justice to the end : 

These are his shields, — and who will stand 

Before the force of his command ? 

Upon the Susijuehanna banks 
May we all join our hero's ranks, 
His moral works we will renown, 
That we may wear a virtuous crown. 

He worked for us with all his might 
To reach the sphere of human right : 
At what he done, he do not spurn 
To do him kindness in return. 

Receive the 1)Ook with joy and pride 
That such a man with you reside : 
Show you have hearts to sympathize, 
Then one and all his glorv rise. 



Dewi Idloes. 




I 



Rhagai ■wei nuii i. 

Giesyn fod cynddrwg rhusedd— i'w erbyn, 
Gan oer-benau dialedd ; 
Ond daw y diwyd o'r diwedd 
I gywir fan os gwir a fedd. 

Gwirionedd egyr anian — y gonest 
I gynnal yr egwan ? 
Gair ei allu : — gyr allaa 
Ei yni niyg yn y man. 

Ar ian y Susquehanna — y llafur 
O'r llyfryn darllena, 
A gwawr ei deg eiriau da 
O'i rinwedd a'th gorona. 

Ar uniawn daith cyfiawnder— chcdcd, . 
Ar edyn cyflymder ; 
A doed pob gweithiwr yn dcr 
I fwyniant dan ei faner. Dewi Idi.oes. 



21 



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|)OEMS. 



A NATIONAL SONG FOR THE FATHEE OF KIS 
COUNTHY. 

Thou hero of heroes, the Sun of Cohimbia, 

Whose rays of bright glory brought freedom to all ; 
The stars of the earth with their honor and splendor, 

Before thee, my Washington, forever must fall. 
Thy name is the first on the pages of freedom. 

Thy deeds and thy prayers my soul doth refine, 
And millions on millions of wandering exiles, 

With heartfelt devotion, now bend at thy shrine. 



Thou founder of liberty and herald of freedom, 
T'hy name swells with rapture within every breast. 

For opening a refuge to down-trodden nations, 
Where, secure from tyrants, they ever may rest. 



(JtANEUON. 



CAN (jENEDLAETHOL I MD EI WLAD. 

Ti wron gwroniaid, a huan Columbia, 

A ledodd ci edyn dros ryddid drwy'r byd ; 
Sefyllfa j cyfryw, a'r rhwysgfawr wrhydri 

O'th flaen di, ein Washington, gwympant i gyd 
Dalenau gwir ryddid ddyrchafant dy fawredd, 

Fy enaid a feithrin dy glodydd bob awr, 
A miliwn ar filiwn o ddynion cnvydredig 

Oblygant eu gliniau i cnw nior fawr. 



Gwreiddiohvr ein rhyddid, a phenaeth cynawnder, 
Dy enw ddyrchefir ar edyn gwir ddawn. 

Am agor iawn nodded i amrai genedloedd 
Yn erbyn gormeswyr, yn gorphwys a gawn ; 



24 The Banks of Susquclianna. 

Thy fame is exalted from ocean to ocean, 

Thy monument built in the hearts of the brave, 

And legions of freedmen forev'^er will bless thee, 
With their tears of devotion to drop o'er thy grave. 



O, there let him rest on verdant Mount Vernon, 

Where oft in his boyhood he rambled around, 
And breathed in the fragrance of every sweet flower, 

The essence of freedom so grand and profound. 
My soul is delighted to muse on thy valor, 

To sing with the myriads thy honor and fame, 
For no people on earth save the sons of Columbia. 

Can rejoice so delightful in a Washington's name. 

O, sweet be thy slumber, Columbia's first hero, 

No poet on earth thy deeds can proclaim, 
But still I delight in musing upon thee. 

As one of thy freedmen that here will remain. 
So peace to thy slumber, my Washington, forever. 

Transported with joy my musing is o'er. 
For in sacred esteem I ever will hold thee, 

And bless with the millions thy name evermore. 



Glenydd y Susqueliaruia. 25 

Dy glodedd ymledodd o foroedd hyd forocdd, 
Dirwynwyd dy fawredd mewn cadwyn o hedd, 

A Uuoedd gwir ryddid hyd angau a'th folant, 
A dagrau tryloywon eneiniant dy fedd. 



Ah ! yma gorweddi ar fynydd hen Vernon, 

Lie yn dy ieuenctyd a geraist mor gu ; 
Aroglit ei blodau Ilysieuol bob enyd 

Gan awel gwawl rhyddid y\\ ngwyddfod y llu ; 
Fy awen hyfryda ar gylch dy ucheledd, 

I garu dy glodydd, dy fawredd a'th fri ; 
Ni fedd y ddaearen, — chwaith meibion Columbia, 

Na dyn i'vv^ ddyrchafu yn hafal i ti. 

O ! cysga yn dawcl, prif wron Columbia, 

Ni chcir bardd daearol all ddatgan dy fawl ; 
Ond eto hyfrydaf roi ffrwyth iy awenydd 

Mai teyrngcd am ryddid — tydi bia'r hawl ; 
Boed hedd i'th orweddfan, ein Washington siriol. 

Yn alltud llavvenydd terfynaf fy nghan, 
Yn santaidd drwy 'mywyd cysegraf dy cnw, 

A bendith miliwnau a £rei heb wahan. 



26 'Ilic Banks of Susquehanna. 



THE CLOSING- 0? THE TEEM. 

The term is now ended and what can we say, 
Can each give account of some good every day ; 
Great care and kind teaching has to us been given, 
To prepare our minds for earth and for licaven. 

Every morning as regular as dawn would appear. 
The sound of the bell would ring in my ear; 
And in its sweet music it seemed to say, 
Prepare thyself, student, for the course of the day. 

O, may we all a lesson then learn. 
From the meaning we get in the close of the term ; 
That life it will clo.^e with its trouble and care, . 
And all to be happy must for it prepare. 

O, sweet precious moments of life unto all, 
Prepare thyself, student, for shortly the call 
Will sound in thy ear like the fall of a tree, 
To bring thee to a term that ever will be. 

I hope that we all may be able to say, 
I have discharged my duty from day unto day ; 
So to welcome with joy the tocsin of death, 
And yield unto Jesus divinely the breath. 



Glenydd y Susqiiclianna. 27 



LIWEDD Y PLWYDDYN. 

Uaeth divvedd y tymor, pa beth allwn ddweyd, 
A allwn roi cyfrif am dda wedi'i wneud ? 
Pob gofal a phrydcr a rowd gan athrawon 
I ddarpar meddyliau 'wynebu'r nefolion. 

Bob borcu mor gysoii a thoriad y wawr 
Cawn adsain y gloch mor dirion i'n dawr ; 
Ac yn ei sain felus sibrydai yn rhydd, 

Prysurai i fyfyr gweithrcdion y dydd. 

O ! boed ini oil fyfyrio 3'n ddwys 
Yn nherfyn y tymor ar bethau o bwys , 
Terfyna taitli bywyd cyn hir yr un wedd, 
Ond ceisiwn dangnefedd y tu draw i'r bedd. 

Pob eiliad o fywyd sydd werthfawr i ni, 
Darpara fyfyrian, wacth buan tydi 
A elwir o fywyd, mal cwympir y pren, 
A therfyn dy einioes ddirwynir.i ben. 

Hyderaf y gallwn ddywedyd yn rhydd, 
Hyd Iwybrau dyledswydd rhodiasom bob dydd 
Croesawwn mewn gwynfyd hoff rediad y gwir, 
Gan roddi i'r lesu ein hanadl gwir. 



28 The Banks of Susquehanna. 

Farewell to you all till I meet you again, 
If not on the earth, on the bright heavenly plain, 
Where angels are singing the rapturous song : 
All glory and honor to Christ doth belong. 

God grant that it may our portion then be. 
To mingle our voices in heavenly glee, 
To sing with the' ransomed and nevermore part. 
All glory to Jesus, for worthy Thou art. 

Lewisburg, December 24, A. D. i863. 



LINES 

Wriitcn to uommeraorate Uie rustic harp of the Huckville lilaclc'iniitSi, John Parkbh. 

Tune, tune thy rustic harp, 

That echoed with the morning lark. 

So sweet in days of yore ; 
Swell, swell that music sweet, 
My heart rejoicingly would greet 

Its melody once more. 
For there's music in thy lyre, 
And joys that doth the soul inspire, 
Spreading happiness around ; 
Where a heart of sorrow's found, 
A balm to every troubled wound 

Within the human breast. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 29 

Yn iach i chwi oil nes y cawn eto. gwfdd, 
Os nad ar y ddaear, o gylch Salem fwrdd, 
Lle'r eilia angylion ganiadau didaw, 
Haleliwia i'r Oen fu ar Galfaria draw. 

Boed felly rhyglyddcd ewyllys yr lor, 
Modd y cydymunvvn a'r nefolaidd gor 
I ganu'n dragwyddol heb ofid na chlwy' 
VVir foliant i'r lesu, heb ymadael mwy. 



LLINELLAU 

A gyfansoil Iwvd eicofamy Delyn Berdonol, cyflwyuedig i Mr. JoHS 

Parker. 

Ha ! delyn fad, brenines can, 
Adseiniodd efo'r hedydd glan, 

I nodi'r dyddiau gynt ! 
Peroriaeth eto sydd 
I'm lloni yn fy nydd ; 

Allawenydd megys cynt, 
Y sydd i'vv gael o hyd, 
Tra byddo telyn yn y byd 
I'w chael o'm hamgylch i, 
Lie mae calon ffraethlon ffri 
Yn enaint i anfreiniol fri, 

O fewn i ddynol gnawd. 



TJie Banks of Susqiichanna. 

'Tis not to please the gay 

That you upon your harp do play, 

So well from morn till night. 
No, no, but like a man, 
Do, do in life all that you can, 

For things to go aright. 
'Tis to earn the bread of life 
For your children and your wife, 
Constituting joy and love, 
As designed by Him above, 
While you, as happy as a dove, . 

Play on your rustic harp. 



LINES 

Respectfully dedicated lo the aged and worthy Pilgrim, Rev. John Beech, 
of Maple D.ile. 

Old age has come at last, John, 

With all its doubts and fears. 
But faithful have you been, John, 

Upon this vale of tears. 
Excelsior hath your motto been, 

You have been kind and true. 
And done to others as you would 

That they should do to you. 



Glenydd y SusqiicJianna. 

Nid er mwyn dyrchafu eich bri 
Byth y chwery cich telyn chwi 

Mor gerddgar ddydd a nos ; 
Nage, ond megys dyn 
Yn gwncuthur petliau cun, 

Fel y byddo'r oil yn glos ; 
Ond i gynnal bywyd i 
Eich plant gorwyeh, a'ch priod chwi, 
I brqfi serch a chariad mad 
Ordeiniad doeth ein ncfol Dad, 
Cyhyd a'ch bod mevvn tyner rad 

Yn chwareu'r dclyn fwyn. 



LLINELLiLU 

Cyflwyncdiij i'rtywir Gristion y Parch. John Reech, Maple Dale, 

O'r diwedd dacth henaint i'n cwrdd, Sion, 

Orfrithwyd gan ofnau cyn hyn ; 
Ond ffyddlon y buoch i mi, Sion, 

Yn nyffryn y deigr yn llyn ; 
Rhagoriacth oedd cich prif arwyddair, 

A buoch yn onest i mi, 
A gwnaethoch i eraill fel gweddai 

I eraill gyflawni i chwi. 



32 The Banks of Susquehanna. 

Now sixty years have gone, John,, 

Since you commenced to be 
An advocate of Him, John, 

Who died upon the tree. 
Your calling still you do fulfill, 

Though life is nearly o'er. 
But soon you'll be rewarded, John. 

On Canaan's tranquil shore. 



For many years you've been, John» 

Deprived of your sight. 
And earth with all its beauty, John, 

To you hath seemed as night. 
But there upon the plains of light 

You'll see forevermore, 
And with the bright angelic throng. 

The triune God adore. 



There is a starry crown, John, 

Awaiting for you now ; 
Also that sacred name, John, 

Will be upon your brow, 
A golden harp for you to play 

The anthem, as you sing 
All praise and honor unto Thee, 

My Saviour, God and King. 



Gloiydd y SusqueJuxnna. 33 

Heibio'r aeth chwe' dcg o flwyddi, Sion, 

Oddiar ein hymlyniad is nen ; 
Ac ydych yn wir gynrychiolydd, Sion, 

I'm Ceidwad fu fanv ar bren ; 
Eich gal wad o hyd a gyflawnwch, 

Ivr bod terfyn bywyd gerllaw ; 
Ond buan y dcuwch i"ch breinio 

Mewn nefoedd — y Ganaan a ddaw. 



Dros flwyddi maith buoch yn wir, Sion, 

Heb welcd dim — ond yn wir ddall ; 
Y ddacar, er harddcd ei golwg, Sion, 

I chwi mae megys yn fall ; 
Ond cto ar ororau gwawl, Sion, 

Mac'n ddiau y gwelwch chwi byth 
Yn mhlith yr holl seintiau angylaidd, 

O fewn tragwyddoldeb dylyth. 



Cewch feddu y goron screnog, Sion, 

Un nefol, orfrciniol o fri; 
A'i henw yn wir gysegredig, Sion, 

Mae hono yn aros i chwi ; 
A thelyn aur hefyd i chwareu, Sion, 

Yr anthem a bcry dros byth, 
Yn fawl i Dduw, Ceidwad pechadur, 

Eich mangre ocs-oesol a'ch nyth. 
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34 The Banks of SiisqiiclKxnna. 

A few more storms, and then, John, 

These joys they soon will be 
Bestowed upon you there, John, 

With honor, love and glee. 
Mankind cannot conceive, John, 

What joys will fill your soul ; 
But there you'll ever happy be, 

While countless ages roll. 



THE CHPJSTIAN'S MAECH TO THE CITY OF LIGHT. 

Dedicated lo JuiiK D. Llwm, Plymoulh. 

Fear not, poor careworn Christian, 

Though clouds obscure thy way, 
Thou art marching to a city 

Where dwells eternal day ; 
Thy sorrows soon will finish, 

Wait but a few days more, 
The veil will then be lifted 

For thee to see the shore. 

Chorus — We are marching day and night, 
Wc are marching day and night, 
We are marching, we are marching, 
To a pure city of light. 



GLeiiydd y Susquehanna. 35 

'Nol goddef ychydig dymhestloedd, Sion, 

Mwynhad o'r gobeithion a ddaw, 
Yn daliad am gyvvir ffyddlondeb, Sion, 

Anrhydedd a chariad didraw ; 
Dynoliaeth ni fedra arwyddo, Sion, 

Hy fry dwell yr enaid a'i fri, 
Yn mhlith y seraffiaid angylaidd 

Dedwyddwch sy'n aros i chvvi. 



TAITH Y CmSTION I DLINAS Y GOLEUNI 

Cyflwynedig i John D. Lewis, Plymouth. 

Nac ofna, hynaws Gristion, 

Drwy gymyl mae dy daith 
I ddinas y goleuni, 

Lle'r erys nefol iaith ; 
Dy flin ofidiau dderfydd, 

Ond aros maes o law, 
Cei fyn'd mewn nefol gerbj'd, 

Yn iach i'r ochr draw. 

Bynkvii — Ymdeithiwn ddydd a nos, 
Ymdeithiwn ddydd a nos, 
Ymdeithiwn, gorymdeithiwn, 
Nes myn'd i'r ddinas dlos. 



36 The Banks of Susquehanna. 

Look forward, weary pilgrim, 

Let not the tempter stay 
Thy Christian, sacred progress, 

Towards the land of day. 
For soon thy adversary 

Will never mar thy peace. 
If faithful to thy Saviour, 

Thou run the heavenly race. 
Cho. — We are marching, &c. 

A\'hen out upon life's billows 

Thy little bark doth roll, 
And howling tempests threaten 

To sink thy humble soul, 
Then call upon the Saviour, 

To bid the storm be still, 
And let thy faith be steadfast 

On His almighty will. 
Cho. — We are marching, &c. 

O, fciint not, timid mortal. 

When waves of trouble meet,. 
But kneel in sacred homage 

Beside thy Saviour's feet. 
He then will be thy pilot, 

And stand beside the oar. 
To guide thee to the harbor 

Of heaven's celestial shore. 
Cho. — We are marching, &c. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 37 

Ha ! tremia yn mlaen bererin, 

Na ad i stormydd erch 
I rwystro'th daith fendigaid, 

Hyd diroedd glan dy serch ; 
Waith toe dy wrthwynebwr 

Orchfygir gan dy ffydd ; 
Cei weled dy Waredwr 

O fewn trag'wyddol ddydd. 

Ymdeithiwn ddydd a no.s, &c. 

Wrth rwyfo cefnfor bywyd 

A'th fychan gwch mevvn b)-tl, 
A'r tonau erch yn bygwth 

Dy enaid ar bob pryd , 
Bryd hyn dyrchafa weddi 

At orsedd Ian y nef, 
A Duw o'i wir dosturi 

A wrendy ar dy lef. 

Ymdeithiwn ddydd a nos, &c. 

Nac ofna fod daearol, 

Yn ymchwydd tonau fyrdd, 
I lawr o flaen yr orsedd 

Cyfeiria di dy fiyrdd ; 
Efe o'i fawr drugaredd 

A'th geidw o hyd i'r Ian ; 
Drwy'i nawdd cyrhaeddi'r hafan 

Ddymunol yn y man. 

Ymdeithiwn ddydd a nos, &c. 



38 The Banks of Sitsqiicliaruia. 

Behold poor, tired pilgrim, 

Thy Saviour's lovely form. 
His arms are now extended 

To help thee through the storm. 
O, hark ! He now is calling, 

His gentle voice I hear, 
I need not be discouraged 

While such a friend is near. 
Cho. — We are marching, &c. 

Ah ! welcome, deadly stranger.. 

I will not fear thy sting, 
But in my latest moments. 

To my Redeemer cling. 
As Jesus is my pilot, 

I know that all is right ; 
And want to be along with Him 

In yonder land of light. 
Cho. — We are marching, &c. 

Then farewell, care and sorrow, 

I'm going now to stay 
With my redeeming kinsman 

Who helped me on the way ; 
There ever to be with Him, 

Upon the sunlit shore. 
And with the countless angels, 

His sacred name adore. 
Cho. — We are marching, &c. 



Glcnydd Y SusqucJianna. 39 

Canfydda, flin gredadjn, 

Wir km dy Geidwad mawr, 
Ya freichiau sy'n ymledu 

I'th gynorthwyo "nawr ; 
Ha ! gwrando, mae yn gahv, 

Mor fwyned yw ei lais ; 
Nid oes it' achos ofni 

Un gorme.s, twyll na thrais. 

Ymdeithiwn ddydd a nos, &c. 

Ha ! deuwch ddeiliaid marw, 

Nid ofnaf mwy eich trath : 
Ond yn dy avvr ddivveddaf 

Mi heriaf bawb o'ch balli ; 
Yr lesu y\v fy nharian, 

Mi wn ei fod yn iawn ; 
Hiraethaf am gael myned 

I dir llawenydd llawn. 

Ymdeitliiwn ddydd a nos, &c. 

Yn iach i chwi ofalon 

A gofid, wyf yn myn'd 
Drwy gymhorth ffydd a gobaith 

I gwrdd a'm anwyl Ffrynd ; 
Hyd derfyn trag'wyddoldeb 

Mi ganaf iddo ef, 
Rhwng dirif Ian angylion, 

O fewn ferfynau'r nef. 

Ymdeithiwn ddydd a nos, &c. 



40 The Banks of Siisquclianna. 

O, land of sacred music, 

Where pure bliss doth dwell, 
.\nd legions of bright angels 

Their sweet Hosannahs swell. 
All glory to my Saviour, 

For standing by my side, 
The storms are over, 

I've waded through the tide. 
Cho. — Wc arc marching, &c. 



LLEV/SLLYN'S GEAVS, THE LAST PBINCE 
OF WALES. " 

Stranger, tread gently o'er that grave. 

Though barren and bleak it appear, 
There slumbers the hero of Gwalia, 

That e'er was a stranger to fear. 
'Tis the grave of the noble Llewellyn, 

The patriot loyal that bled 
Defending the freedom of Cambria. 

He blessings of liberty spread. 

No monument stands to remember 
The place where Llewellyn did fall, 

But still in the hearts of his people, 
His name is the dearest of all. 



deny (id y SusqneJiauiia. 

Ha ! gerdclol wlad santeiddiol, 

Tir y puredig chwaeth ; 
Tir engyl, tir aneirif, 

A'u melus odlau maith ; 
Yn llawn o dan gorfoledd, 

Pur fwyniant nefol fri, 
I seinio yn oes oesoedd 

Rinweddau'r Un yn Dri. 

Ymdeithiwn ddydd a no=;, &c, 



41 



BELD LLEWELYN, EIU LLYW OLAF. 

Ymdeithydd arafa ! ar dir cysegredig 

Y sengi, er nad oes un addurn i'r fan ; 
Ond eto mae marmor golofnau i'w gwelcd 

Lie nad oes gweddillion hefelydd i'w rhan ; 
Gwel fangre lie gorwedd ein hanwyl Llewelyn, 

Prif wron Brythoniaid, i'w harwain i'r gad, 
Ond yma y gorwedd yn aberth bythgofus 

Dros ryddid a defion hen Gymru ein gwlad. 

Er nad oes cofadael i ddangos lie cwympodd, 
Bytholwyd ei enw ar edyn gwir ddawn ; 

Adgofion o'i fawredd, a'i ddirfawr wrhydri, 
Mai penaeth meib Gwalia yn gy?on a gawn ; 



42 The Banks of Sastjiiehanna. 

O, sweet be thy slumber, Llewellyn, 
Thy deeds are as bright as of yore, 

And thy name still lives in the lyre 
That belongs to thy dear native shore. 

Stranger, tread gently o'er that grave, 

For Llewellyn was chief of the brave, 
And fell for his country and people, 

When fighting, their freedom to save. 
So there let him sleep by the river, 

Where the warblers are chanting their lay,. 
On the dear native soil of his fathers. 

Till the dawn of endless day. 



MY NATIVE LAN!'. 

To thee, my native Cambria, 

I muse my humble lay. 
Though far from thee Lve wandered, 

And years have rolled away 
Since in thy groves I rambled. 

In boyhood's happy days, 
Not thinking that no sorrow 

Would ever cross my ways. 
Chorus — My Cambrian home, the Eden of the free. 

Thy tranquil vales and sunny dales 
Arc ever dear to mc. 



Glenydd y Sitsqiiclmuna. 43 

O ! cysga yn davvel, prif arwr cyfiawnder, 

Dyrchafwyd dy glodydd drwy'r oesoedd a fu, 

Ac eto mal ffyddlon arwron y'th berchir, 
A phenaeth gwladgarol, prif flaenor y llu. 

Bydd dawel ymdeithydd, a gad iddo hmio 

Yn argel tawelwch, — anwylyd ein hawl ; 
Pan gwympodd fe gwympodd yn deyrnben a noddwr,. 

Mor hawdd gan hil Gomer yw datgan ei fawl ; 
Tyngedaf y Cymry i barchu ei fcddrod, 

Y man y gorwedda, ar lenydd yr Wy, 
Hydd floedd yr archangel a'r udgorn divveddaf, 

A phan yr adgyfyd, ni chyfyd ei fvvy. 



&\VLAD FY NGHENELI&AETH. 

I ti, naturiol Gymru, 

Cyflwynaf hyn o gan, 
Er bod yn mhell o'th lenydd, 

Nid ocs i mi mor Ian, 
Er pan yn rhodio'th ddolydd, 

O fewn i'r amser gynt, 
Heb feddvvl deiiai gofid 
I'm crocsi ar fy hynt. 
Byrdivn — Fy Ngwalia hoff, lie rh)-ddid buost ti, 
Dy feusydd gwyrdd, dy ddyl a'th ffyrdd, 
Ynt anwyl genyf fi. 



44 The Banks of Sitsquelianna. 

Thou land of bards and heroes, 

The music of thy lyre 
Doth kindle in my bosom, 

A patriotic fire, 
In memory of the valiant 

That bled there to save ; 
O, wake again sweet lyre. 

Beside Llewellyn's grave. 
Cho. — My Cambrian home, &c. 

The ode of brave Caradog 

Before the Roman king, 
Excites with admiration 

Historians ere to bring ; 
And tell in fame or story, 

If braver men could be, 
Than stained the rocks of Cambria 

With gore, from sea to sea. 
Cho. — My Cambrian home, &c. 

Awake, ye sons of Gomer, 

Your joyous lay expand. 
In memory of old Cambria. 

The Cymry's native land ; 
And tune again that lyre 

Which vibrated sweet of yore, 
And wave the flag of freedom 

Upon my native shore. 
Cho. — My Cambrian home, &c. 



Glcnydd y Susqiiehanua. 45-. 

Ti wlad y beirdd a'r docthion, 

Dy gerddi grea svvyn, 
Nes enyn yn iy mynvvcs 

Wladgarwch er dy fwyn ; 
Wrth gofio gwaed gwroniaid 

Dywalltwyd ynot ti, 
1 gadw'i braint a'i rhyddid 

Aiff arsAvyd trwyof fi. 

Fy Ngwalia hofT, &c. 

]Mae araeth hen Garadog, 

Yn ngwyddfod Claudius fawr, 
'N addurno cylch gwroldeb, 

Nes synu dynion llawr. 
Cyhoeddir clod y Cymry, 

Mai dynol, gwrol gor, 
Fu'n lliwio tirocdd Gwalia 

A gwaed o for i for. 

F)^ Ngwalia hoff, &c. 

Dihunwch, fcibion Gwalia, 

I blethu cywir gerdd, 
Er cof am anwyl Gymru 

Fu'n " gwisgo mantell werdd ;" 
A tantiwch eto'r delyn, 

Ein prif offoryn fad, 
A chwifiwch fancr rhyddid 

Dros fryniau hoff eich gwlad. 
Fy Ngwalia hoff, &c. 



The Banks oj SusqncJiainia. 




DO WHAT YOU CAN. 

Some people they often poor Adam do blame, 
And say he has brought them to sin and to shame ; 
But if the truth could be known I think it would say, 
There are thousands worse than Adam to-day. 
Clioyns — O, do not complain, O, do not complain, 

For I am sure it cannot bring to you gain. 

'Tis true that we all our troubles do meet. 
But always stand up, don't go under feet ; 
For once you are down 'twill be hard to arise, 
Such people the world doth ever despise. 
Cho. — O, do not complain, &c. 



There arc but two ways that to all do belong, 
The one is the right and the other the wrong. 
But try to do right then all will be well. 
And your bosom with happiness ever will swell. 
Cho. — O, do not complain, &c. 



Glcnydd y Siisqiichaiuia. 



47 




A ALLV7CE GWNEWCH. 

At Adda yn Eden digofaint fcdd rhai, 
Ac iddo tadogant bob drygedd a bai ; 
Pe cawn ffordd fy hunan mynegwn yn ffraeth, 
Fod miloedd o ddeiliaid hen Adda yn waeth. 
Byniivn — Ond ni chwympaf fi, &c. 
Ac hefyd mi wn nad yw'n ehv i chwi. 

Gwir yw cin bod oil mewn gofid heb wa'd, 
Ond wastad yn sefyll heb fyned dan dra'd ; 
Anhawdd yw cyfodi os unwaith ar lavvr, 
Drwy'rbyd y fath ddynion ddirmygir yn fawr. 
Ond ni chwympaf fi, &c. 



Nid ocs ond dwy ffordd yn perthyn in' oil, 
Un ydyw'r ffordd iawn, ac arall y goU ; 
Dilynwch yr iawn, a liwyddwch yn wych, 
Chwi gcwch wir ddedwyddwch drwy rinwcdd dinych. 
Ond ni chwympaf fi, &c 



48 Tlic Banks of SusqueJianna. 

O, ever keep humble and do what you can, 
To help on in life your poor fellow man ; 
Remember there's one your motives can see, 
Then despise not a man though poor he may be 
Cho. — O, do what you can, O, do what you can. 
To help on in life your dear felloM^ man. 



The Creator designed that man he should be, 
The recipient of freedom on land and at sea ; 
Then why should you think him inferior at all, 
When the same is the Maker and Father of all? 
Cho. — O, do what you can, &c.' 

Though some they arc white and others are black.. 

The soul is the same, I'm certain of that; 

And the black and the white, the bond and the free.. 

All w^ant to go where no difference will be. 

Cho. — O, do what you can, &c. 

Then ever be kind to your poor fellow man, 
And help him along as well as you can ; 
Don't notice his color or lanc'uag'e at all, 
For a man is a man the same as us all. 
Cho. — O, do what you can, O do what you can, 
To help on in life your poor fellow man. 



Glt)tydd y SusqneJiaJina. 49 

Mewn gwir ostyngeiddrwydd a allvvch chwi gwnewch, 
I gymhorth eich cyd^ ddyn — cydnabod a gevvch ; 
A chofiwch fod un yn gwylied eich gwaith, 
Waith hyn na ddirmygwch y tlodion a'r llaith. 
Byrdivn — A allwch O gwnevvch, &c, 
Y tlawd cynorthwywch, a chlodydd a gewch. 

Y Crewr ordeiniodd beth oedd tljn i fod, 

Dros diroedd a moroedd drvvy rhyddid cai glod ; 
Paham y meddjliwch fod ynddi'r un coll, 
Can's Un yw'r Gwneuthurvvr, a Thad ini oil. 
A alhvch O gwnewch, &c, 

Os oes rliai yn dduon, ac eraill yn wjn, 
Cyffelyb yw'r enaid, peth amlwg yw hyn; 

Y gwynion, y duon, y eaethion a'r rhydd 

Ynt oil am gael myned i'r nefocdd rhyw dtlydd, 
A allwch O gwnewch, &c. 

Arferwch diriondeb at gyd-ddyn tylawd, 
Gan wastad ei gyfarch fel cyfaill a brawd ; 
Heb ddewis cencdloedd, na lliwiau, nac iaith, 
Mae pob dyn yn ddyn fel ni ar ei daith. 
A allvvdh O gwnewch, &c. 
Y tlawd cynorthwywch, a chlodydd a gewch. 



50 The Banks of Susquehanna. 



THE MINEE'S DUEAM-East Mahanoy- 

Evan Ji:NKiNS, the one on whom I have written this poem, was the son of David 
and Elizabeth Jenkins, of Mahcnoy City, and worl-.cd witli me at the time he met with 

his death. 

The solar orb had sunk away 

Down it} the gilded west, 
When on his bed the miner lay. 

From care and toil to rest. 
He sweetly slumbered hours away, 

Within his father's cot, 
And all the dangers of the mines 

His weaiy soul forgot. 

The miner slept in calm repose 

The hours of night away, 
When in his mind a vision came 

Just at the dawn of day. 
The meaning of the vision was, 

He heard the falling pier 
Within his chamber sounding loud, 

Which caused his heart to fear. 

That morning when the miner rose. 

His countenance was sad, 
And from the tenor of his voice, 

His feelings they were bad. 



Glenydd y SitsqiichaiDia. 5 i 



BREUDDWYD Y MWNWH-East Mahanoy. 

FvAN Jenkins, i'r hwn y cyfansoddwj'd j- llinclluii hyn, oedd fab i David ac Eliza - 
foetU Jenkins, o MahniMy City, ac yr oedd yn gweitliloi gyda mi pan gyfarfu a'i angau. 

Yr huan a ymguddiai draw, 

Yn y gorllewin pell : 
Pan ar ei wcly — m\vnA\'r cu 

Orweddai yn ei gell ; 
Ha! felus hun, 'nol llafur blin, 

Yn mwth ci riaint gwan ; 
Pcryglon blin y Lofa crch 

Angofiai yn y fan. 

V mwnwr gysgai 'n csmwyth iawn 
HoU oriau'r nos i ffvvrdd, 

Ar doriad gwawr rhyw arswyd syu 
A dychryn ddaeth i'w gwrdd — 

Meddyliai 'nawr y clywai gwynip 
O'r nenfvvd yn y man 

Y gwcthiai cf — a'i dwrw certh 
Ddychrynai 'i fcddwl gwan. 

Pan godai'r mwnwr, prudd dcr dwys 

Ganfyddid yn ei hynt ; 
A'i lais a brofai'n glir nad oedd 

Va deimlad mcgys cynt ; 



52 flw Banks of Sfistiiich.ainta. 

But to the mines the toiler \vent. 

As he had done before ; 
But O, it was his latest moni 

L'pon this earthly shore. 

When the brave toiler was at work 

A mining- out the coal, 
Down came the rugged pier upon 

The faithful, humble soul. 
And there the miner lifeless lay. 

Beneath the dreary pier, 
Without a chance" to bid farewell 

To those he held so dear. 

O, how lamenting was the scene, 

To see the miner la}- 
lieneath the cold and gloom\- earth,. 

Far from the light of day. 
Ah! young, aspiring, gentle soul, 

How transient was thy stay, 
In manhood's starry day of life. 

To part final earth away. 

No more will visions e'er disturb 
The miner's sleep again, 

He calmly waits the coming morn. 
Free from all grief and pain. 



Glenydd y SusqiicJianiia. 53 

Ond myned wnaeth y boreu Invn 

Mai arfer at ei waith ; 
Ond ow ! 'r diweddaf foreu fu 

Yn ei ddacarol daith. 

Pan wrth ci A\aith yn ddiwyd iawn, 

A glew yn tori glo, 
1 lawr y dacth yr erchyll g\v>'mp. 

Gan wirio'i freuddwyd, do ! 
Ac yno, dan y pwysau trwm 

Yn gelain marw bu I 
Heb allu canu'n iach i'r sawl 

A garai ef mor gu I 

Ow, oh\g crch I y niwnwr draw, 

Hcb allu dod yn rhydd, 
O fewn i'r tanddaearol fyd, 

Yn mhell o oleu dydd ; 
Yr enaid ieuanc garem oil, 

Mor fuan aethost ti, 
Pan yn sereni djnol n\\'\'f 

Ymadael A\'nc.st a ni. 

Breuddwydion mwyacli ni chyffro'nt 

Y mwnwr heinyf hocn ; 
Dysgwylia am y boreu ddaw, 

Heb ofal byd na'i bocn ; 



$4 I he Banks of Susquehanna. 

His name will never be forgot 
V>y friends and kindred dear, 

For on both friend and kindred checks 
I've seen the falling tear. 



Adieu, my faithful Kvan deai-. 

Thy name I'll ever love, 
And when this heart shall cease to beat^ 

I hope we'll meet above. 
There nothing ever will disturb 

Our joy and peace again, 
But free from danger, care and toil. 

In bliss eternal reien. 



THY GENTLE VOICE, MY MOTHER DEAE. 

Thy gentle \oice, my mother dear, 

Doth often fill upon my ear, 

.\nd this poor, weary form doth cheer. 

Though far from Tydvil's Well. 
As evening shades around me fall, 
The scenes of youth I oft recall. 
When playing by the garden wall 

Of the cot by Tyd\'irs Well. 



Glcnydd y SitsqueJianiia. 55 

Ei enw nid anghofir byth 

Gan geraint prudd eu bron, 
Waith dros eu gruddiau gwelais i 

Yn llifo ddagrau beilltion. 



\\\ iach, fy Ifan, iTyddlon un, 

Dy enw garaf fi : 
Hyderwyf y cawn eto gwidd 

Mewn nefol freiniol fri, 
Lie na ddaw dim i rwystro'th hedd, 

Nac ein llawcnydd chwaith. 
Yn mhlith 'tifeddion teyrnas Crist 

I dragwyddoldeb niaith. 



DY LAIS HYFRYLOL, ANWYL FAM. 

Eich Uais hyfrydol, auwyl fam, 
Ogleisia'm clyw i ddwyfol lam ; 
A'm corff ni theimla unrhyw nam, 

Er yn mhell o Ffynon Tydfil ; 
Cysgodion hwyr o'm hamgylch dardd. 
Adgofion mebyd lanwa'rbardd, 
Pan y chwarenai wrth gae'r ardd. 

Gerllaw i Ferthyr Tydfil. 



I The Banks of Siisquclianna. 

Thy gentle voice, my mother dear, 
A cordial is to doubt and fear, 
And heavenly music to my ear, 

Though far from Tydvil's Well. 
Methinks I hear you saying, come, 
But to your boyhood's happy home. 
And ne'er again from me to roam. 

From the cot by Tydvil's Well. 

O, can it be delusion's voice 

That bids this wandering heart rejoice, 

And offers back my sacred choice, 

That cot by Tydvil's Well ? 
Ah, 'tis but •niagination's power, 
That calls to mind the parting hour, 
When down her cheeks the tears did pour, 

As I left old Tyd\'irs Well. 

Though ne'er that cottage I may see, 
'Twill ever dear to memory be, 
And yield a thousand charms to me, 

While on this earth I dwell. 
O, tranquil clime of rural mirth, 
Dear cot wherein I had my birth, 
I'll love thee while I'm on this earth, 

My native Tydvil's Well. 

Womelsdorf's Fartii, October _;i, 1871. 



Glenydd y Susqnclianna. 5/ 

Eich anwyl lais, iy mam, a'ch bti, 
Ymlidiai 'm holl ofalon i ; 
Peroriaeth nefol oedd i mi, 

Gerllaw i Ffynon Tydfil ; 
Dych'mygaf glywed traidd eich lief 
Yn galw arnaf mewn iaith gref, 
Am im' ddychwclyd tua thrcf, 

A byw wrth Ffynon Tydfil. 



Ha ! gall ef fod y treiddiawl lais 
A gadwai'm meddvvl rhag bob dais 
Sy'n cynyg im' heb unrliyw drais, 

I ddod at Ffynon Tydfil ; 
Na, ffug-ddychymyg ydyw am 
Fy mod mor gu yn caru 'mam, 
A chofio'i galar gwir dinam 

fewn i Fcrth\-r Tydfil. 

Pe wrth y bwthyn galhvn fod, 
Fy nghalar fyddai imi'n nod, 
Er y dymunwn beunydd glod 
I'm hanwyl Ffynon Tydfil ; 
Mae'r bronau roddcs i mi facth 
Yn gorwedd yn y ceufcdd caeth, 
Byth erys cof o'r hyn a wnacth 

1 mi wrth Ffynon Tydfil. 



5^ i^it^ Ba/iks iff Si.'sqiichai!);a. 



COLUMBIA. 

Columbia, the star of all nations, 

The land where the Doric's could see 
The brave scattered sons of all countries. 

Maintaining their freedom with glee. 
Thy fame is the pride and the glory 

Of the millions that people thy shore. 
And the eagle, thy emblem of freedom. 

To fly o'er th}' soil evermore. 

Dear land of my Washington, ever 

The deeds of thy heroes doth shine. 
And thy liberty, the theme of all nations. 

That echoes throughout every clime. 
Thy banner shall ever be hoisted 

With heroism, honor and love, 
While songs of sweet adoration 

Shall ascend to our Ruler above. 

Columbia, thy fame is l^xcelsior, 

Thy glory the heroes of yore, 
That fought for the Goddess of freedom 

So valiant at sea and on shore ; 
All nations in homage shall love thee, 

While millions their freedom will sing;. 
And the hearts of thy patriots forever 

To the Star Spangled Banner v.'ill cling. 



Cileiiydd y Susquehanna. 59" 



COLUMBIA. 



Columbia — wyt seren cenedloedd 

Ganfyddai'r Doriciaid cyn hyn ; 
Eneidiau cywirfarn pob gwledydd 

Goleddant dy rhyddid yn Uyn, 
Mae'r eryr yn arlun o'th fawredd 

Byth mwyach i jrymhell y gwir; 
Dy glod ydyw balchdcr a nuvyniant 

Miliwnau boblogant dy dir! 

Tir bcndith ! Ha ! Washington cnwog, 

Lewyrchu gweithredoedd dj nawdd 
I rhyddid o bcgwm i begwm 

Calonau gormesol a dawdd ; 
Dy fancr yn fythol ddyrchefir, 

Gwroldeb a godwn ci mawl ; 
Caniadau y bcidd a'th fawrygant 

Nes csgyn gororau y gwawl. 

Columbia, yr wyt yn ragori, 

Dy falchder yw'r acrwyr fu'n hir 
Yn ymladd dros dduwies hoff rhyddid 

Mor wrol ar for ac ar dir ; 
Cenedloedd a dalant warogaeth ; 

Miliwnau am rhyddid a gan, 
Calonau gwladgarwyr a lynant 

Wrth faner eu gwlad licb wahan. 



■60 The Banks of Susquehanna. 

May thy name ever live, O Columbia, 

And thy laws and thy liberties dwell 
In the hearts of thy brav^e, loyal people, 

Forever triumphant to swell. 
May the peace of the God of thy freedom 

Ever rest on thy sea and thy shore. 
Till the trump of the angel is sounding, 

That time it shall never be more. 



IN MBMOEIAM. 

In memory of Hannah Thomas, who departed this life Februarj- 26, A. D. 1870. 

Farewell, faithful wife and affectionate mother, 
Thy place is now vacant in the circle at home, 

And mute is the voice that sounded so sweetly, 
While silent in death thou art slumbering alone. 

No more will thy form, O kind, loving parent. 
Alleviate home when in sorrow and care. 

In vain will it be to call thee, dear mother, [share. 
Who the comforts of home with her children did 

Her heart ever throbbed with love and compassion, 
To irradiate home with the comforts of life ; 

And sacred the love she had for her husband, 
That is left to lament for so virtuous a wife. 



Gleiiydd y Susquehanna. 6i 

Byw byth y bo'th enw, Columbia ; 

A'th ddeddfau o hyd fo'n parhau ; 
Calonau dy ddeiliaid rhinvveddol 

Fo'n ffyddlon hyd byth i'th fawrhau ; 
Boed gwenau y Nef ar dy rhyddid, 

Yn gorphwys ar dir ac ar for, 
Nes bloeddio o'r udgorn diweddaf 

Fod terfyn ar amser gan lor. 



PEUNILLION COFFADWEIAETHOL 



Am y diweddar Mrs, Hannah Thomas, Shamokin, Pa. Bii farw yn mis Chwef 

■1S70. 

Yn iach, ffyddlon wraig, a mam anwyl dyner, 
Yn wag mae yr anedd lie trigem niewn hedd ; 

Dystawodd y llais a seiniai mor anwyl, 

Ust, hunaist yn angau, wyt mewn nefol hedd. 

Mwy ni fydd dy wcdd, y rhian a garem, 
Dawelu dy artref dan bryder a phocn ; 

Can's ofer fydd galw ar mam megys arfer, 

Fu'n gwylied ein camrau mewn hyder a hoen. 

Ei chalon a lanwai o gynes dosturi 

At dlawd ac angenus pan gyrchent ei man,. 



'62 The Banks of SusqitehaiDia. 

Her soul it was full of benevolent passion, 

To all that misfortune would drive to her door, 

Her table was free to the wandering stranger, 

And her hand ever open with a dime for the p<)or. 

O, cruel death, how could you deprive us 

Of so faithful a neighbor, so loyal a friend ? 
Her aid it was ready in time of affliction, 

And to all that need borrow she quickly ^\ ould lend. 

Adieu to thee, Hannah, and sweet be thy slumber, 
God grant that thy kindred may meet thee again, 

On'the plains of delight with the sacred in glory, 
To celebrate Jesus in a purer strain. 

Mahanoy City, March 9, A. D. 1870. 



IN MEMOEIAM. 

This poem u-.i> «i-itu-t> in inomury tif the dying moiuenu of Jamin Hiii<i;^KT, if (^ar- 
bondale, Luzerne Cour.iy, u]>on ilie testimony of his dying words, "!n 1 hee, () T.oid, 
have I put my triist." 

The orb of day its course had run. 

And tired nature sank to rest. 
When on his dying bed he lay. 

One of the noble and the blest. 

With gentle voice he bade them conio. 
The objects of his soul's delight. 

And listen to his dying lay. 

Before he took his hea\enK- flight. 



Glenydd y Siisqitelianiia. (y^ 

Y bwrdd a arlwyai i'r dyeithr crwydrcdig. 
A'i Haw yn haelionus er cynnal y gwan. 

O angau, pa fodd }- dygaist ti ymaitji •* 

Gym'doges mor hawddgar a siriol a hi ? 

Ei chymhorth oedd barod nicwn angen a thlodi. 
A'i Haw had bob amser yn gweini i ni. 

Yn iach i ti, Hannah, mown heddwch gorwcddi, 
Os boddlawn Jchofah cwrdd eto a gawn, 

Yn mangre hyfrydwch, ar diroedd goleiini, 
"Gael moH ein lesu vn burach ein dawn. 



MAHWNAD 

I'r diwcdclar Mr. Jamrs Hurbert, Caibondale, swydd Luzerne, Pk. 

Aeth brcnin dydd a'i dro ar gylch, 

Gorphwysa natur eto dro, 
Pan ar glaf-wely gweHd un, 

A bendigedig ydocdd o. 

A Hais arafaidd galwai'r sawl 

A garai megys ef ei hun ; 
O gylch ei wely pan yn mron 

A myn'd a'u gadacl hwy boh ua. 



64 The Banks of Snsqv.chauna. 

My solace dove, my children dear, 

My latest prayer it is for you, 
That I may meet you in that clime 
• Wherq kindred never bade adieu. 

May Christ that now my Shepherd is, 

E'er guide you safe through every storm ^ 

And be your father and your friend, 
When you no more shall see my form. 

My wife and children ever dear, 
The objects of my sacred love. 

I now commend you to the care 
Of Him wlio intercedes above. 

I hope to meet you, kindred dear, 
Among the bannered host above. 

Where parted souls will re-unite 
In bonds of sweet, eternal love. 

With radiant liope his features beamed, 
As calm he laid his form to rest ; 

The Christian hero then reclined 
His head upon the Saviour's breast. 

A humble soul could hardly dwell 

Within a tenement of clay, 
For at early morn and sable night. 

He breathed with joy his sacred lay. ^ 



Glenydd y Sns.qnchaiina. 65 

Fy anwyl wraig", a'm plant "run wedd, 

Fy nheimlad olaf sydd i chwi, 
Cyn y caf fyn'd i'r hyfryd wlad 

Nad oes ymadael ynddi hi. 

O boed i Grist, fy mugail mwyn, 

Eich arwain chwi trwy bob rhyw groes, 

A bod yn Dad a Chyfaill gwir 
Pan na bwyf fi i laesu'ch Iocs. 

Fy ngwraig a'm plant erioed i'm bryd 

Gvvrthrychau teilwng fuoch chwi ; 
Gorch'mynaf oil i ofal lor, 

Modd y cewch ncfol freiniol fri. 

Hyderwyf y cawn eto gwrdd 

Yn nihlith y llu banerog fry, 
Lie unir rhai fu ar wahan 

Yn rlnvymyn bythol cariad cu. 

A gwenau gobaith yn ei wedd 

Yn dawel y gorphwysai ef, 
Y Cristion yma rhoddai bwys 

V\ enaid ar Kneinniog ncf 

-4nhawdd i enaid addfuyn ddal 

Yn ngwyneb un mor lawn o rad ; 
Yn foreu a liwyr ceir yn ei wedd 

Rhyw gan o fav/l \\\ nefol Dad. 
5 



66 The Banks of Susqiicluxniux. 

The pilgrim now in silence sleeps, 
But e'er on memory's page will live ; 

His Christian walk while here below, 
Will sweetest pleasure ever give. 

May all his bright examples take. 
And live that so to die is gain ; 

O, grant, thou blest eternal One, 

That we in heaven with Thee shall reign. 



TO A. N. HUMPHREYS. 

UPON THK RESTORATIOX OF lilS HEARING, 

Rejoice, my friends and kindred dear, 
For I was deaf but now can hear ; 
My friends can converse with me now. 
Without no sorrow on their brow. 

Rejoice, rejoice, I hear again 
The feathered throng on yonder plain, 
A chanting forth their sweetest lay, 
To swell the glories of the day. 

Melodious sounds of music sweet, 
My soul with joy the echoes greet ; 
For earth that was so strange to me. 
Now fills my heart with sacred glee. 



Gkniydd y Susqiicliaiina. 6/ 

Yn awr ys cymer dawel hun, 

Mcwn cof ei enaid a fydd byw, 
Ei rawd fel Cristion is y nen 

Hyfrydwch rydd i ddynolryw. 

Pawb a ddilynant ol ei ffyrdd, r 

A byw fel byddo marw yn fudd, 
O rhynged bodd i ti ein Tad 

I'n fod yn blant tragwyddol ddydd. 



I A. N. HUMPHREYS, 

AR ADFERIAD EI GLYW. 

Pob car a chyfaill o bob rhyw, 
Cydlawenhewch, ces eto'm clyw; 
Fy rhiaint hen a'm geilw'n lion, 
A minau glywaf y lef hon. 

Cydlawenhewch, mi glywaf draw 

Y cor asgellog ar bob Haw; 

Yn pyngcio eu pero.riaeth rhydd 
I chwyddo harddweh mawr y d}'dd. 

Eu seiniau niwyn, eu cerddi niau, 
A bar i'm enaid lawenhau, 

Y byd mor ddyeithr i mi fu 

A ianwai'm bron a cheinion cu. 



68 The Banks of Susqucliaiuia. 

May Brendle's name resound with \o\- 
Within each heart in Mahanoy ; 
For he my hearing did restore, 
May heaven bless him evermore. 



aSNESAL U. S. &EANT. 

Columbia, be glad of thy hero, 

That presides o'er the land of the free, 
Let Grant be engraved on the tablet 

Of each heart \vith honor and glee. 
Thy deeds are the gems of Columbia, 

That sparkle by night and by day. 
For victory, my chief, was thy motto, 

When leading thy men to the fray. 

Rejoice o'er thy patriot, Columbia, 

For freedom he grants unto all, 
And his heart ever beateth with valor,. 

When to battle the bugle doth call. 
Thy fame in the south of Columbia, 

All ages with pride will maintain. 
And millions forever acknowledge 

Their freedom thou nobly didst gain. 



Glcnydd y Susquehanna. 69 

Hoff enw Brendle dyrched Ian 
Drwy Mahanoy gan gryf a gwan, 
Am iddo adfer i'm fy nghlyw, 
Caed fendith Nef a theyrnas Ddmv. 



CAD. ULYSSES S. GRANT. 

Columbia, mawryga dy wron, 

Llywydda dir rhyddid yn awr ; 
Boed Grant yn gerfiedig ar lechau 

Calonau trigolion y llawr ; 
Ei weithiau ynt emau Columbia 

Ddysgleiriant drwy gyrau pob gvvlad, 
Ein penaeth a fynai orchfygu, 

Wrth arwain ei luoedd i'r gad, 

Mawryga'th wladgarwr, Columbia ; 

I rhyddid ni rhodda nacad. 
A'i galon a leinw a gwroldeb 

Pan alwa yr udgorn i'r gad, 
Ei glodydd trwy ddeau Columbia, 

Ymledodd mcwn mawredd o hyd, 
Miliwnau am byth gydnabyddant 

Y rhvddld cnillodd mor ddrud. 



JO The Banks of Susquehanna. 

My brave, noble chieftain, I love thee, 

For the fire that burns in thy breast, 
To defend all the rights of thy people, 

And invaders to quickly arrest. 
May heaven ever bless thee, my chieftain, 

And turn all thy foes into friends, 
For the motto of all thy achievements 

To the honor of America tends. 



Break forth into song, O Columbia, 

And the victories of Grant ever sing, 
For loyal and valiant the liero, 

To the bright starry banner doth cling. 
May the God of our freedom be with thee, 

In all that thou takest in hand, 
And at life's closing term to admit thee 

To the courts of that pure, bright land. 

East Nanticoke, July 26, A. D. 1870. 



EPITAPH 

On Hannah Thomas, wife of John Thnmas, Shamokin, NorthumberlanJ Ct'unty, Pa.. 

Here sleeps the form of Hannah Thomas, 
Who lived and loved for fifty years ; 

Her greatest object was true friendship. 
To dry the flood of human tears. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 

Ei wrol swyddogion a'i carant, 

Tan cariad enyna ei glod, 
Amddiftyn iawnderau'r trigolion, 

A chloi gwrthryfehv}'!- dinod ; 
Y Nef a fendithio ein penaeth, 

Gelynion cyfeillion y bont, 
Arwyddair ei hoU weithrediadau 

At fawredd America ro'nt. 



Tyr'd allan i ganu, Columbia, 

Gorchestion ein Grant foed y gan ; 
Can's oddiwrth y faner serenog 

Ein gyvron nid oes a'i gwahan ; 
Boed Arghvydd y nef oedd i'w dywys 

I'r oil a gymero mewn Haw, 
Ac ar derfyn bywyd ei arwaln 

I wlad y gogoniant sydd draw. 



EEDDAEGEAFF MSS. HANNAE THOMAS. 

Yma y gorwedd Hannah Thomas, 
Pum deg o flvvyddi carodd ni, 

Gwir gyfeillgarwch a'i nodweddai, 
A sycliai ddagraii dreiglai'n Hi', 



72 Tlic Banks of Susqitchaiuia. 

'Twas late in life before she ventured 
To lean on the Redeemer's breast ; 

But, pleading Jesus for her Saviour, 
She calmly sank, in peace, to rest. 

Farewell, my husband and my children, 
Weep not for me, that's gone before ; 

But pray that we shall meet each other 
Upon the bright, angelic shore. 

And you who are these verses reading, 
Oh, ask' yourself, while yet you may, 

If such a life as you are leading 
Is fit to meet the judgment day. 

O, then, if you are not a Christian, 

Commence to love the Saviour's name, 

That you may join the blest in heaven 
To sing Inmianucl's glorious theme. 

Remember, life is ever flowing 

Rapid, on its downward way. 
And soon your form, like mine, will slumber 

In the cold and silent clav. 




Glciiydd y SusqiicJianJia. y-i 

Bu hvvyrnos bywyd cyn anturiodd 

I geisio nodded Crist a'i hedd, 
Ond gan ei ddadleu'n wir Achubwr 

Hi syrthiodd yma i byrth y bedd. 

Yn iach iy mhriod a'm anwylblant, 

Nac wylwch mwyach ar fy ol ; 
Ond gweddiwch am gael gwel'd ein gilydd 

Rhwng engyl Crist, o fewn ei gol. 

Chwychwi ddarllenwyr y pennillion, 

Eich hunain hohvch yn eich dydd, 
Os ydyvv'r bywyd yr arweiniodd 

Yn addas cwrdd a'r farn a fydd. 

-Ac OS nad ydych Gristionogion ^ 

Prysurwch a chalonau trist, 
Mai galloch uno a'r cor nefolaidd, 

Rhwng engyl draw yn nheyrnas Crist. 

••- 

A chofiwch bywyd sydd yn myned, 

Yn chwyrn dirwyna'ch oes i ben, 
A thoc eich cyrff fel finau hunant 

Mewn beddrod tawel is y nen. 




74 



T]i€ Banks of Susquehanna. 




Uev. JUSTIN E. LOOMIS, LL. D. 

His soul is worthy of the muse 

That loves the Saviour's name, 
Who spreads abroad the sacred truth, 

And glories in its theme. 

"Twill not be on the worthless throng 

That I will ever muse, 
O no, but on the wise and brave, 
- Whom knowledge doth diffuse. 

Then come, my readers, let us muse 

On one that long has drank. 
From wisdom's bright iipperial fount, 

And reached the highest rank. 

Thy name as a scholar it ever will live. 
Thy love for the student great pleasure doth give.. 
Thy course as a Christian will ne'er be forgot. 
Thy fame as a freedman it never can rot. 

Brave soldier of Jesus and lover of truth. 
In the field thou hast been for many a year, 

Defending the truths of the volume sublim.e, 
Regardless of fame and unconscious of fear. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 



7S 




Y PAECH. JUSTIN E. LOOMIS, LL. L. 

Mae'n deilwng o'r avvcnj'dd gu, 

A gar y Ceidwad mawr, 
Yr hwn ledaena eiriau Duw, 

A'i enaid yn ei wawr. 

Nid ar gorachod gwael diwerth, 

Y rhed fy meddwl i, 
Nage, ond ar y call a'r dewr, 

Gwybodus sy'n dvvyn bri. 

Tydi, ddarllenydd, gwraiido gan, 

I un yfodd ger ein gwydd, 
O ffynon hoff gwybodaeth lawn, 

Nes cyrhaedd iichel swydd. 

Dy enw mal athraw fydd byvv tra b'o byd, 
A'th barch i'r efrydydd a gofir o hyd ; 

Dy enw mal Cristion nid a byth ar goll, 
Mal pleidiwr i rinwedd yr wyt oil yn oil. 

Dewr fihvr yr lesu, a charwr y gwir, 
Ar faes y ryfelgyrch arosaist yn Iiir, 

Yn diffyn gwirionedd, gwir duedd gair Duw, 
Heb geisio anrhydedd, nac ofin un Ilyw. 



7^ The Banks of SusqitcJuDtna. 

The theme of the cross in thy bosom doth swell, 
And the story of Jesus thy sacred delight; 

The bright golden banner enraptures thy soul, 
At the dawn of the morn and the sable of night. 

Age hath not tamed the wild muse of thy lay, 

Still loyal and faithful as ever before, 
And nothing can stay thy passionate lay, 

From defending the Saviour, whom all should adore. 

Thy name will be cherished by thousands to come. 

Whose names and features to us are unknown; 
And the church will bless thee for what thou hast done. 

When to mansions of glory thy spirit has flown. 

Ere long the dear Saviour will bid thee come home, 
To the land of the holy to sit on His throne. 
And legions of angels rejoicing will greet. 
Thy soul with delight on sapphire street. 

My muse it must leave thee, thou star of the day. 
But duty demands me to speak of thy lay, 
For soon thy grey hairs will be changed for a crown, 
To reign with the ransomed in sacred renown. 

Adieu, antiquarian, thou son of the brave, 
The poor will bless thee for what thou hast gave. 
And the wise of all ages of Loomis will think. 
When from fountains of glory thy spirit doth drink. 



Glcnydd y Susquehanna. yy 

Golygfa Calfaria a chwydda dy chwaeth, 
Ymadrodd ein Pryinvr yw ffynon dy faeth, 

Dysgleirdeb ei faner enyna dy ddawn, 

A nerth dy hyfrydwch hwyr, boreu, a nawn. 

Ni ddofa hen oedran ddiwydrwydd dy waith, 
Ond beunydd yn ffyddlon dwry ystod dy daith, 
Ac nid oes all attal dy feddvvl a'th fryd, 
Rhag diffyn iawnderau lachawdwr y hyd. 

Dy enw ddyrchefir gan filoedd diri', 

Eu henwau a'u nodvvedd sydd ddiogel i ni,. 

Ar eglwys fendithia weithredoedd dy ddawn, 
Ar ol it' ehedeg drwy rinwedd yr lawn. 

Cyn hir bydd dy Geidwad yn dy alw i dref, 
Lie santaidd ddarparwyd i fyw gydag Ef, 

A llu o angelion ddyrchafant eu lief, 
I'th roesaw i sengyd ar balmant y nef. 

Fy awen a'th edy prif seren y dydd, 

Ond etto dyledswydd ni'th rhoddi yn rh)-dd,. 

Newidir penwynedd cei goron diail, 

A theyrnas i aros na syfler ei sail. 

Yn iach henafieithydd, areithydd, didaw, 
Y tlodion a'th folant, mewn amser a ddaw, 
Meddylir am Loomis drwy bob oes o'r byd,. 
Pan o ddyfroedd moliant yr yfi o hyd. 



The Banks of Siisqucliaiuia. 



UY OLD FIIENL JOEN. 

John Llke was a native of Mert'nyr Glal,mcl•gall^hil■e, Sciitli Walts. He emigrated 
to America in May, 1S65. His first place of residence in this country was Shamokin, 
Northumberland County. He afterwards removed to Mahanoy City, Stluiylkill County, 
and was for a considerable time before his death a faithful member uf the Welsh Baptist 
Church, and undoubtedly expired with a brilliant hope of eternal glory. 

O, may we meet, my old iriend John, 

No more to part again, 
In that bright world of joy and love, 

Where all are free from pain. 
Ah, what a happy place, dear John, 

Must that bright heaven be. 
To sing the Saviour's d}-ing love 

To all eternity. 

Though now^ we part, ni)- old friend John, 

We have a hope to meet 
On the celestial plains of light, 

Where angels will us greet ; 
And lead us to the peaceful streams 

That never will run dry, 
And play upon the golden harps 

In tliat bright world on high. 

So now adieu, my eld friend John. 

Death's sweat is on your brow ; 
You soon will leave all that you lo\ c. 

You wife and children now. 



Glcnydd y Snsqnckanna. yq 

FY HEN GYFAILL JOHN LUKE. 

O na chawn g-vvrdd, hen gyfaill Sion. 

Heb gael >'madael mwy, 
^Yn nysglaer fro y gwynfyd draw, 

Lie nad oes poen na chlwy". 
O ddcdwydd le, fy anwyl Sion, 

Y rhaid i hwnw fod, 
Yn ngwyddfod y Gwaredwr mawr, 

A byth i ganu clod. 

Ymadael wnawn, hen gyfaill Sion, 

Mewn gobaith y cawn gwrdd, 
Fry, fry yn eangderau gwawl, 

Rhwng engyl Seion fwrdd, 
In tywys hyd at ddyfroedd hcdd 

Na redant byth yn sych, 
A chwareu ar y delyn aur 

Mewn gwynion wisgoedd g\v)'ch. 

Yn iach yn avvr, hen gyfaill Sion, 

Chwys angeu sy ar cich iad. 
Yn fuan cwch a'n gadael ni, 

Eich plant a'ch priod fad : 



So TJie Batijcs of Susquehanna. 

But, John, the saints shall meet again,. 

'Tis but a transient stay 
To slumber in the silent tomb, 

Till resurrection's day. 

So here's my hand, my old friend John. 

We part to meet again. 
Where death nor sorrow will not come, 

Nor Jiught to cause us pain. 
Where all is joy and love, dear John, 

God grant we all may meet. 
And hail the bright eternal morn 

At our dear Saviour's feet. 



THE BAPTISTHY OF 2I0N, 

MEETING HOUSE OF THE WELSH BAPTIST CHURCH, 
MAHANOY CITY, PA. 

Place of immersion, sacred to my soul, 
The ages past their solemn music toll, 
That to Baptise means certain to immerse, 
Is plainl}^ seen in many a hallowed verse. 

Believe, O fallen man, and be baptised, 
The sacred truth it cannot be disguised ; 
It stands Eternal, as its author there. 
And unto all its blessed truths declare. 



Gleiiydd y SnsqutJuiiuia. 8 1 

Ond, Sion, y saint gant eto gurdd. 

Byr amser yma fydd 
I huno yn y beddrod llaith, 

Hyd adgyfodiad ddydd, 

Wei dyma'm Haw, hen gyfaill Sion, 

Cawn eto gwrdd mewn hoen, 
Lie nas gall hyll ofidiau byd 

Nac angau beri poen ; 
Llawenydd nef fydd yno Sion, 

Ptysured Duw yn awr, 
A gwawrio wnaed y boreu hoft' 

Cawn fsMi'd at lesu mawr. 



I FEDYDDFAN SION, 

ADDOl.DV V HEDVDDWVR V.\ NIXAS MAHAN()V, PA, 

Lie i fedyddio barclia f'enaid i, 

Drwy'r oesoedd oil anhyall yw i ni, 

Y dull, ai suddo neu dansuddo sydd 

Yn iawn nis gwn wrth wrandavr llais \- dydd. 

O cred, syrthisdig ddyn, bedyddier di, 
Yn erbyn twryll gwrrionedd f}'n ei fri ; 
Saif bedydd fel ei Awdwr yn ddidwyll 
Yn ordinhad i'w gwcini gvda phwyll. 
6 



TJic Banks of SKsqucliaiuia. 

My Saviour dear was plunged beneath the wave, 
To unfold the mystery of the grave ; 
Then why, O man, a piece of dying clod, 
Wilt thou deny the precept of thy God. 

The heavenly beings, from the plains of light, 
Doth gaze with joy upon the sacred sight, 
When man obeys the dictates of his Lord, 
In full accordance with the Holy Word. 

Then come O fallen, poor, ephemeral man, 
And follow all the precepts that you can ; 
Then after death, rewarded shalt thou be 
In heaven above, to all eternity. 



TO MY MAPwIA. 

The readei- will bc.ii- in mind lo lay the .accent on the first syllable of the word Maria. 

To thee, my faithful Alaria dear, 

I muse, while lonely straying 
On the Susquehanna's side. 

While sad my heart is beating ; 
But Oh ! ye sacred scenes of yore, 

That o'er me now doth hover. 
When cold misfortune did not frown 

On me and my dear lover. 



Glcnydd y SusqucJianna. 

Pan ar y llawr bedyddiwyd Awdwr hedd, 
Er eglwrhau dirgelwch pyrth y bedd ; 
Gan hyiiy, ddyn, yr hwn wyt bryfyn gwyu-, 
A wadi'r hyn ordeimodd Dnw? 

Y llu dirif o ganol nefol wlad, 
A syllant ar y ddwyfol ordinhad ; 
Pan ufuddha y dyn i drefniant Dmv, 
Yn ol ei air efe fydd fythol {y\x. 

Gan hyry tyred, O goUedig ddryn, 

A dilyn holl ffurfiadan Duw ei lum, 

Ac elw gai ar ol daearol daith, 

Mewn nefoedd fry i dragvvyddoldeb maitli. 



I MAEIA. 

I ti, iy ffyddlon Maria fwyn, 

Gwnaf gan tra'n crwydro'n unig, 
Ar Ian y Susquehanna hoff, 

Fy nghalon gan yr eiddig ; 
O'r cyssegredig bethau fu 

Ant drosodd megys chwifiad, 
Anffodion byd ni feiddiant gvvrdd 

A mi a'm anwyl gariad. 



83 



84 ilie Banks of Siisqf.thaiuia 

On Cambria's tranquil soil we roved 

With hearts so blithe and merry, 
Our cheeks were like the summer's rose. 

Presenting youth and beauty. 
Ye blissful scenes, I love to tell 

When arm in arm we wandered 
Within the fragrant vales of 'Dare, 

Ere we in sorrow pondered. 



Thou lovely, tranquil vale of 'Dare, 

Thy name I sacred hold thee ; 
For there I met my Maria dear. 

Who still is faithful to me. 
Though many years have flown awa)-^ 

Since we were joined together, 
Ivach heart to heart hath faithful been. 

And will be so forever. 



Though in the past we oft have been 

In adverse circumstances. 
And many, whom we thought were friends, 

Displayed their frail pretences ; 
But still rejoice, my Maria dear, 

For God will guide us ever, 
If on his providence we trust, 

His friendship ne'er will sever. 



Gloiydd y SiisqucJiaiina. 85 

Ar feusydd Gvvalia bu ein rhawd, 

A'n bron yn llawn llaweuydd, 
A'n gruddiau mal rhosynau haf, 

Llawn mwyniant, pwy mor ddedwj-dd ? 
Golygfa hardd, mi garaf ddweyd, 

Pan fraich yn fraich yn rhodio, 
O fewn gwyrddlesni dyffryn Dar, 

Heb ofid i'n caethiwo. 



Tydi, gariadus ddyffryn Dar, 

Dy enw a gyssegraf, 
Can's ynot cwrddais Maria hoff, 

Sydd byth a'i chariad arnaf ; 
Ehedodd ymaith flwyddi maitli 

Er pan 3'n un y daethom, 
Calonau ffyddlon geir o hyd 

A chariad ffyna rhyngom. 



Er ini fod yn fynych iawn 

Mewn amrai o drallodion, 
A rhai cyfeillion feddem ni 

A droent yn elynion, 
Er hyn Maria llawenha, 

Duw yw'r Arweiniwr goreu, 
Ar ei Ragluniaeth gorphwys wnawn, 

Efe a'm cadwai'n ddiau. 



S6 The Banks of SiisqucJianna. 

O, Thou Supreme and Lofty One, 

Who formed us for thy glory, 
O teach e'er to love thy name 

And sing the sacred story. 
Then side by side we'll travel on 

In harmony together, 
Until we reach that blissful place 

Where love augments forever. 

East Nanticoke, April iiA, 1870. 



EAST NANTICOKE TEMPERANCE SOCIETY, 

THE CONQUEROR, NO. 161. 

The conqueror's faithful little band 

In heart and hand are brave, 
Their glorious motto ever is 

The sinking soul to save. 
For life can be a source of joy, 

Far far beyond all count, 
If man will only be resigned 

To drink from nature's fount. 

This faithful little company 

Is thriving very fast. 
Though dark have been the seasons 

They have gone through in the past; 
The brilliant star of hope doth shine 

Upon their path to day, 
And blessings from a Temperance God. 

Arc strewn upon their way. 



Glenydd y SiisqueJianna. 87 

Tydi, O Dduw, anfeidrol fod, 

A'n lluniaist i'th glodfori, 
O dysg ni dewi a'th gam di, 

A chanu dy fawlgerddi ; 
Ac ochr yn ochr ymdeithio wnawn, 

Mewn cariad a chywirdeb, 
Nes cyrhaedd cartref cariad cu 

Ar fryniau tragwyddoldeb. 



CYMDEITHAS DDIHWESTOL EAST NANTICOKE. 

Y BUDDUGOLIAETHWR RHIF. ir.i. 

Buddugol wr a'i fyddin facli, 

Un Haw a chalon ant, 
Ac achub enaid unrhyw ddyn 

Os gallant hwy a wnant ; 
Gall bywyd fod yn llawen iawn, 

Yn mhell iiwch meddwl rhai 
Pe yfai dyn y\\ unig o 

Y ffynon bur ddidrai. 

Y mae y fyddin fechan lion 

Yn wrol fyn'd yn mla'n ; 
Ac er i gaddug guddio am dro 

Ei hymdrechiadau glan, 
Iloff seren gobaith heddyw a 

Lewyrcha ar ei gwaitli, 
A thrwy gael lion fendithion Duw 

Dilynant ar eu taith. 



88 The Banks of SusqucJianua. 

And better still, it seems to me, 

The future will unfold, 
If, faithful to our sacred trust, 

We evermore will hold; 
For God has promised to defend 

The humble, good, and brave, 
Therefore, let us do our best 

To raise the fallen slave. 



O, may my heart and hand e'er be 

Long with this loyal band, 
To elevate poor fallen man 

Upon the temperance stand. 
Then come; ye sons of freedom, come, 

And aid us all you can. 
To bring the poor degraded soul 

])ack to the form of man. 



For man, the image of his God, 

^Vas ne'er designed to drink- 
Intoxicating alcohol, 

And 'neath the brute to sink. 
O, no, a higher, glorious course 

He was designed to take, 
And heaven with all its sacred jo}-s 

Was provided for his sake. 



Gloiydci y Sitsqiiehaniia. 89 

Ac eto gwell argoelion sydd 

Yn ngwyneb amser ddaw, 
A ffyddlon fyddom, anwyl w}'r, 

Parhawn yn ddifraw, 
O herwydd Duw addawodd fod 

Yn gyfaill cywir rai, 
Gadewch i'n wneyd ein goreu oil 

I achub dynion bai. 



Fy Haw a'm calon fydd tnvy foes 

Yn gyson gyda chwi, 
I gael perffeithio fy nghyd-dd}'n 

Mewn dirwest uchel fri ; 
Gan hyny deuwch, rhyddid feib, 

A chynorthwywch oil 
I gadvv yr eneidiau gwael, 

Rhag iddynt fyn'd ar goll. 



Y dyn ar ddelvv'i nefol Dad 

I feddwi gvvn ni roed ; 
Gwirodydd a'i gostyngai'n is 

Nag anifeiliaid coed ; 
Na, na, y mae rhagorach rhan 

Yn aros iddo ddwyn, 
A'r nef yn ei gogonawl fri 

Ddarparwyd er ei fwyn. 



90 TJlc Banks of Susqitchanna, 

Then why, O man of intellect, 

Wilt thou a drunkard be, 
When God hath ever in reserve 

A nobler work for thee ? 
Thou wast destined for holy use, 

While here on earth below, 
And after death to dwell above. 

Where joys eternal flovv^. 



Then come and join our noble cause. 

We'll greet you with delight, 
And aid you in adversity, 

All that is in our might. 
And if but faithful to your trust. 

You'll bless the happy day 
You ever joined the conqueror's band, 

To walk the temperance way. 



May heaven bless you, every one, 

While here on earth below, 
And may our noble temperance cause 

In love and verdure grow. 
And when my wild and humble muse 

W^ill cease on earth to be, 
I'll not forget, dear conqueror, 

To drop a word for thee. 



Glcnydd y Siisque]ianna. pL 

Paham, O ddyn sy'n meddu dawn, 

Ai'n feddwyn hyll difri ? 
Gan fod gan Dduw o'i drefniant maith,. 

Rhagorach gwaith i ti ; 
Arfaethwyd di yn was i'r Ion 

Tra yma ar y llawr ; 
Ar ol marwolacth esgyn fry 

I foli lesu mawr. 



Ymunwch a'r fath achos da^ 

Yn icuainc ac yn hen, 
Mewn angen cynorthwywir chwi 

Tra gallom gyda gwen ; 
Ac OS yn ffyddlon fyddwch chwi 

Bendithio'r dydd a wnewch 
Y daethoch dan ei baner wech, 

A dirwcst a fawrhewch. 



Y nef fendithio chwi bob un 

Tra'n rhodio daear hardd, 
A dirwcst byth ar gynydd fo,. 

Drwy gariad rhin a dardd ; 
A phan y bydd i'm awen fwyn 

Daweki ar y llawr, 
Nis anghofiaf Fuddugwr 

Roi gair i'th enw mawr. 



•92 Tiic Banks of Siisqiichainia. 



A BHIEF ADDRESS 

DELIVERF.r) BEFORE THE EAST XAXTICOK.E TEMPERANCE 
SOCIETY, JANUARY 7, A. D. 1871. 

The conqueror's band once more harmonious meet. 

In kindred love their banner to unfold, 
That the poor wanderer may a refuge find 

Within the circle of the temperance fold. 
With sacred joy we gaze upon the past, 

That all our actions and our motives were 
To soothe the sorrows of a wounded race ; 

That all may drink from founts where pleasures are. 
No fevered brows nor scorched lips are seen 

Within the fold of this blest happy throng, 
But each in strains of cordial music sing, 

In high esteem the cold, bright water song. 
How thankful then, ought all of us to be, 

That we are guided by a heavenly hand, 
To bring the sorrowing to a port of bliss. 

In this delightful, blessed, favored land. 
Kind heaven designed that man to man should be 

United e'er in friendship, truth and love, 
To guide his fellow in a trying hour, 

To that celestial One who dwells above. 
And blest arc they that give a helping hand, 

To free the captive from his iron chains, 



Glenydd y Siisgiie/ianna. 



ANERCHIAD I LDIR WEST WYE EAST NANTICOKE. 

A DRADDODWYD I(3NA\VR 7, 1S71. 

Mae'i fyddin fach o dan ei faner glud, 

Mewn cariad brawdol wedi dod yn nghyd, 

Ae i'r crwydredig noddfa sydd i'w gael, 

Mewn cylch dirwestol er ei fudd a'i fael, 

Ar amser fii edrychwn gyda gwen, 

Ein hoU weithredoedd yn ein cynllun hen, 

Oedd attal gofid y crwydredig sur, 

A phawb i yfed o'r ffynonau pur, 

Pe hyn ni welid gwrymiog wyneb wcdd 

fewn i'w cael, nac ar un arall sedd, 
Ond oil mewn pur beroriaeth yn rhoi can. 
Mewn uchel lais i'r grisial ddyfroedd glan, 
Diolchwn am ei bod fel hyn heb fraw, 
Arweinir ni gan aneilyddol law, 

Wna ddwyn gofidus ddyn i hafan chwaeth, 
Mewn gwlad sydd lawn o bob hyfrydol faeth ;, 
Gosododd Nef fod dyn i ddyn i fod 
Mewn undeb a brawdgarwch, er ei glod, 
Fel arwain naill y Hall mewn oriau trist 

1 gynnal moes, a dilyn llwybrau Crist ; 
Efe fendithia'r sawl ei law a dderch 

I ddwyn y caethwas o'i gadvvynau crch ; 



c)4 'Ji^<^ Banks of Siisqjtclianiia. 

And drops a word of kindness in liis ear, 
That sacred joys on earth for \^\v\\ remains. 

O, may each member of the conqueror stand 
Faithful and loyal to his honored trust, 

And help the fallen with the hand of love, 
To rise acrain from earth's de^jraded dust. 



MY CHIEFTAIM 2T0T FOU'^OTTEN. 

My chieftain dear, I love thee still, 

Though silent now thy tranquil form, 
For faithful hast thou ever been 

To freedom's cause in every storm. 
My noble chief, my Lincoln dear, 
Columbia sheds for thee a tear, 
And millions whisper in my ear. 
My chieftain not forgotten. 

Sweet be thy sleep, O humble form, 

Thy gentle soul was full of love. 
The orphan's cry and widow's tear, 

Ascended with' thy prayers above. 
Emancipation, with thy name, 
In every age will be the same, 
And freedmen's voices swell the theme, 
Mv chieftain not fors^ottcn. 



Glcnydd y Susquelianna. 95 

Sisiala air yn frawdol idd ei glyw 

Am drysor Dirwest, O mor hyfryd y\v ; 

boed pob aelod o'r gymdeithas lion 
Yn ffyddlon iawn, yn onest, ac yn lion 

1 gymhorth y syrthiedig ar bob awr, 
A'i sfodi o fudreddi ewael v llawr ! 



FY MHEIFON HSB ^l ANGHOFIO. 

Fy mhrifon hoff, mi'th garaf di, 
Er yn y bedd gonveddi 'nawr, 

]Mor ffyddlon fuost ti erioed 

I rhyddid drwy dymhestloedd llawr ; 

Mawreddog ben {y Lincoln cu, 

Columbia wyla am danat ti, 

Miliwnau i'm clust a yrant si' 
Ein penaeth ni anghofir. 

Boed melus hun i ti, fy rhan, 

Dy enaid llawn o gariad fu, 
Cwyn gweddwon ac amddifaid tlawd 

Yn dy weddiau ddyrchent fry, 
Dy rydd^gyhoeddiad yma ddyd, 
I'th enw barch drwy ocsau'r byd, 
A deiliaid rhyddid waedda 'nghyd, 
Ein penaeth nis anghofir. 



96 The Banks of SusqueJianna, 

Columbia's son, my faithful chief, 

My soul thy triumphs love to tell, 
That thou in every stage of life, 

Didst honor thy dear country well. 
Thy glorious deeds shall be my song, 
While life to this fond heart belong, 
And sing along with the myriad throng. 
My chieftain not forgotten. 

My tender hearted Lincoln dear. 
Thy name is music to my soul. 
And age on age will bless thy name, 

That has not yet begun to roll. 

O, mourn Columbia, ever mourn, 

Thy bosom friend is from thee torn, 

And tell in tears at night and morn, 

My chieftain not forgotten. 

Kast NANTicOKr., July 27, .4. D. 1870. 



TO THE "ANTHSACITS MONITOIi/' 1S72. 

Farewell, old year of seventy-one, 
Now all thy days and months are gone. 
And all thy groans and tears are done, 

Forever more; 
Whilst thou hast struck the boundaries of 

Another shore. 



Glt')iydd y Susquehanna. ^y 

Ti, fab Columbia, prifon gwlad, 

Fy enaid a ddyrchafa'th fri, 
Drwy ystod bywyd diwyd iawn, 

Ti geraist les ein gwlad a ni, 
Dy rinwedd wna y bardd yn lion, 
Tra byddo cariad dan ei fron, 
A chan y felns ganian hon, 

Ein penaeth nis anghofir. 

Dy galon dyner Lincoln hoff^ 

A'th enw sy'n beroriaeth im', 
Ac oesoedd maith a'th folant di, 

Mawrygant oil dy deithi chwim, 
O dyrch Columbia alar Ihvyr, 
Dy gyfaill aeth cyn oriau hwyr, 
A dagrau heillt ddywed yn llvvyr, 

Kin penaeth nis anghofir. 



I'E "ANTHRACITE MONITOR," 1872. 

Yn iach hen ffrynd, yn saith deg un, 
Dy fisoedd aeth, a'th ddyddiau cun, 
Dy ddagrau a'th ruddfanau blin, 

Nid ydynt nan,. 
Ti hwyliaist dros y cefnfor mawr, 

I arall Ian. 
7 



qS The Banks of Susquchaiiua. 

To many thou hast been a friend, 
To others brought a serious end, 
While to thy duty thou didst tend 

With rigid care, 
Obeying all the laws of God 

In evervvvhcrc. 



Had men their duty done, like thee. 
This world would now much better be ; 
And from inhuman ways be free. 

In every sense. 
But ah, some people's ways are naught 

But vain pretence. 

Clothed in a wolf's deceitful form, 
They often breed a treacherous storm, 
And chill the hearts that would be warm. 

If dealt aright ; 
But oft their fiendish ways doth turn 

Our day to night. 

To gain a simple station, some 

Would sell a poor man's house and home, 

And leave him wander all alone, 

To gratify 
Their Ca;sar-hearted Dives kinfj, 

Through villainy. 



Gleuydd y SiisqucJuDuia. oo 

I rai, cyfeilles fuost ti, 

I eraill angau greulon gri, 

Ond dy ddyledsvvydd wnaethost i 

Bob cryf a gwan, 
Drwy ufuddhau i ffyrdd yr lor 

Yn mhob rhyw fan. 



Pe pawb fel ti yn gvvneud o hyd 
'E gaed gwell trefniant ar y byd ; 
Oddiwrth greulondeb byddem glud, 

Mcdd synwyr mudd ; 
Ond ha, ceir cariad llawer un 

Yn dwyll a hudd. 

Fe wisgwyd rhai'n mewn blciddiaid grwyn, 
A chynen greant drwy eu cvvyn, 
Diffoddant rinvvedd calon fwyn, 

Pe na ba'i croes; 
A'u dull cythrculig mynych dry 

Y dydd yn nos. 

Er cyrhacdd swyddi is y nef, 
Hwy werthant ddyn, a'i dy a'i drcf, 
Ac yma'n grwydrj'n y bydd cf 

O ran y rhai'n ; 
Calonau Cesar feddant hwy, 

Y gethern fain. 



lOO The Banks of Siisquchajuui. 

O, cursed man, that will betray 
His fellow-men in any way, 
'Twould better be for him to lay 

His body down 
To sleep, with crawling insects ever, 

Beneath the "round. 



Why came we here upon this earth, 
If not to hold the rights of birth? 
For all are of an equal worth, 

If wise and loyal ; 
But, if not, they are of less worth 

Than a poor coral. 

The lash of tyrants I have stood, 

By holding up the rights of manhood, 

And down the stream of fate I've flowed. 

Yea, very swift; 
Although I'm happy to assert 

I'm not adrift. 

Naught in this world can ever turn 
My mind from rights that toilers earn ; 
These are the subjects I discern 

With fond delight; 
And hope to see the day when we 

Shall have our ricrhts. 



GU'uydd y Susqucliamia. loi 

Melldithiol ddyn yw bradwr mawr, 
A dyn gyd-ddyn i ofid sawr, 
-Gwell iddo rhoi ei gorff i lawr 

Yn hyll ei wedd, 
I gysu yn mhlith y pryfed man, 

Mcwn distaw fedd. 



Pa beth a wnawn ni }n y byd, 
Os nad i hawlion breiniau clud, 
Cyfartal ydym yma i gyd, 

Os dcwr a chall ; 
Ac OS nad felly ydym lai 

Nag abwyd dall. 

Dan fantell gormes scfais i 
Wrth geisio breinio dyn ei fri, 
A myned ges i lawr y Hi' 

Yn eithaf chwim ; 
Ond mac yn gysur genyf ddweyd, 

Ni feddais ddim. 

Ni thry fy myfyr tra }^n bod 

Rhag bod y gweithiwr yn brif nod, 
•Gwrthrychau teilwng ynt o'm clod, 

Fy serch a'm dawn ; 
A gobaith erys am y dydd 

Y ceir eu hiawn. 



102 The Banks of SitsqueJiaiuia. 

Then let us mend the Hnks again, 
That long composed the Union chain, 
Then peace and harmony \vill reign 

Throughout the land 
And man to man will be rejoined 

In heart and hand. 

Then, welcome again, dear noble craft. 
Hoping thy sails may ever waft, 
And thy mate and captain look aloft 

As heretofore ; 
Until they reach that destined haven, 

The better shore. 

Womelsuorf's Fakm, Janiiai-\- i^it, A. D. 1S72. 



JESUS, THE SINNEE'S FEIEND. 

My Saviour, O my Saviour, I love thy sacred name. 
Rejoicing 'neath thy banner I'll sing thy glorious fame ; 
Thy boundless love for sinners the seraphs can't explain, 
Nor all the hosts in glory can tell what grief and pain 
That thou for us endured, while here on earth below, 
For unto thee, my Saviour, no mercy man did show. 
My blessed Lord and Saviour, lend us thy spirit, lend, 
For thou art still unchanging, Jcsiis, tJie sinner s friend. 



Gloiydd y Stisquehaiuia, 103 

Gwellhawn y cadwyni certh, 

A gadvvai undeb yn ei nerth, 
A hedd a thangnef fydd o werth, 

Yr oes a ddaw ; 
A dyn at ddyn gysylltir i 

Fyn'd law yn Haw. 



Wei etto uiiwaith gwch bach lion, 

Hyderaf hwyli dros y don, 

A'th swyddwyr blaenaf elo'r bron, 

Fel megys cynt, 
Nes cyrhaedd inwyniant y gwir borth, 

Sef. nod ein hvnt. 



lESU YN GYPAILL PECHADUSIAID. 

Fy Ngheidwad, O {y Ngheidwad, mor anwyl caraf di ; 

Llawenhaf dan dy faner, a chanaf iti fri ; 

Dy annherfynol gariad at bechaduriaid gwael, 

A'th boen hoU engyl gwynfyd a wyddant er eu mael ; 

Ah ! drosom ni dyoddefodd arteithion creulon croes, 

Ni chefaist un drugaredd pan yma ar y groes ; 

Fy Nuw a'm Ceidwad ffyddlon, O rho dy Ysbryd im', 

Waith hebot ti ni fedra pcchadur wncuthur dim. 



104 ^''^^^' J^ line's of SusqncJiaiuia. 

My Siiviour, O my Saviour, the sinner's only friend, 
On whom the weary wanderer may ever more depend ; 
Forwhen the world forsakes me thy friendship is the same, 
And all have been accepted that to the cross e'er came. 
Had I the wings of Gabriel, I would fly o'er all the earth. 
And chant the sacred story of my Messiah's birth, 
And tell the sons of Adam on whom they could depend, 
Whose friendship is unchanging, jfcsiis, the sinner's friend. 

My bounteous Lord and Saviour, thy name I'll e'er adore. 
And sing with men and angels thy glories evermore ; 
Then guide me, O my Saviour, with thy celestial light, 
To walk in Christian homage my pilgrimage aright. 
Then 'ncath the cross I'll worship thy dear enchanting 

name, 
And sing with men and angels the honors of thy fame ; 
To thee, my dear Redeemer, shall all our prayers ascend. 
For no one is, beside thee, Jesus, the sinner's friend. 

My Saviour, O my Saviour, no other name so dear, 
For in my darkest moments thy sacred form is near ; 
O, how can I repay thee for such o'erwhelming love. 
Thou radiant star of glory that leads my soul above. 
I cannot e'er repay thee, but help me Lord, to say. 
The garden, cross and manger shall be my highest lay, 
And when this vale I'm leaving, O may my prayer ascend, 
All glory to my Saviour, jesus, the sinner s friend. 

East Nanticoke September 25, A. D. 1070. 



deny (id y Susquehanna. 105 

Py Ngheidwad, O fy Ngheidwad, yr unig gyfaill sydd 
Y gall pechadur crwydrol i osod ynddo'i ffydd ; 
Pan gefna'r hoUfyd arnat tydi a bery'r uii ; 
Pawb at y groes a ddaethant, derbyniwyd hwy'n gytun. 
Pe meddwn edyn Gabriel ehedwn dros y byd, 
A'r newydd cyssegredig am y Messia clud ; 
Dywedwn with blant Adda ar bwy dibyneiit hw)-, 
Sef Crist ein Ceidwad brawdol, drwy rimvedd marwol 
glwy'. 

Fy Arglwydd mawr a'm Ceidwad, dy cnw folaf fyth. 
Pan gyda'r saint ac engyl yn canu gwnaf fy nyth ; 
Arweinia, O fy Ngheidwad, a dy nefolaidd wawl, 
I rodio llwybrau'r Cristion mewn pererinol hawl. 

dan y groes addolaf dy enw swynol di, 
Ac unaf a miliwnau i ganu byth dy fri ; 

1 ti, fy hoff Waredwr, dyrchafa molawd gan, 
Oblcgyd ti, ein lesu, yw'n cyfaill diwahan. 

Yy Ngheidwad, O ! fy Ngheidwad, nid oes un enw mawr 
Yn hafal hwyr a borcu, wyt gyda ni bob awr ; 
Pa fodd y medraf dalu am y fath gariad dwys, 
Wyt seren fy nghogoniant os rhoddaf arni'm pwys . 
Nis gallaf fyth ad-dalu, gan hyny cymhorth fi, 
Yr ardd, y groes, a'r preseb ynt deilwng o fy mri ; 
A phan o'r byd daearol y byddaf fi yn myn'd, 
Mi garaf fi fy lesu, fy Noddwr mawr a'm Ffrynd. 



io6 



The Banks of SiisqiteJiainia. 




THOUGHTS UPON HOPE. 

Hope is a i:^lorious gem, 

That lights the gloomy breast^ 
It dries the flooding tears, 

And points to the weary rest- 
It partly lifts the veil of years 
And calms the mind of future fears.. 

Hope is the unvalued gift 
That was to mortals given, 

When from their Eden home, 
The fugitives were driven. 

For as they walked the cloudy way 

It led them to a brighter day. 



1 lope is the only friend 
That in the bosom dwells, 

It ne'er the soul forsakes. 
But oft in rapture swells. 

It yields the soul a joyful light,. 

When in a prison cell at night. 



deny del y SiisqncJianna. 



107 




MYFYELOD AH OBAITH. 

Ti Obaith wyt ogonawl cnw, 
Llewyrchi drwy y galon ddu ; 

Gan sychu dagrau heilltion fyrdd, 
Cyfeiri at orphwysfan cu, 

Dadwisgi orchudd blwyddi maith, 

Troi'r meddwl i ddyfodol daith. 

Ti Obaith wyd anfeidrol rodd 
A roddwyd i anffodus rai, 

O Eden draw pan yrwyd dyn, 
Ei artref tlw.s, o hcrwydd bai 

Yr aeth i ffwrdd, ar edyn ffydd 

Anvciniwyd cf i fwy o ddydd. 



Ti Obaith unig gyfaill gwir, 
Arosi yn y fynwes fad ; 

Cefnogi fyth yr enaid gwan, 
CymhclH fuddugoHaeth rad ; 

Ti roi i'r cnaid lachar wawl 

Pan fyddo'r mor yn honi'r hawl, 



ao8 The Banks of Sitsqiteliaiina. 

Hope is the only guest 

That cheers the shipwrecked soul, 
When on a single plank. 

The billows 'neath him roll. 
It oft hath been the sailor's guide, 
When battling with the angr.y tide. 

Hope is the only balm 

That heals the mother's heart. 

When from her loving arms. 
Her dying babe departs. 

She hopes to meet her babe again. 

Where life and peace forever reign. 

Hope is a well of joy, 

That springs from heaven's fount. 
And aids the weary so?^l 

All trials to surmount. 
It brings to view that sacred clime, 
I^eyond the thorny path of time. 

Hope is the golden chain 

That lifts the sinner up, 
'Twas made on Calvary, 

When Je.siss drained the cup. 
Then may thy hope, poor wanderer, be 
;In Him alone who died for thee. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 109 

Ti Obaith wyd nefolaidd gar^ 

Os bydd yr ysbryd yma'n ffin ; 
Ar weilgi hen beryglon traws, 

A'r tonau dig yn troi a tbrin ; 
Yn fynych iawn arweini di 
Rhag soddi yn yr ymchwydd li'. 

Ti Obaith wyd nefolaidd falm, 

Sydd yn gwellhau hoU fronau mam, 

Pan odd ei breichiau tyner hi 
Cymerir mebyn hardd dinam ; 

Gobeithia etto gwrdd ag cf 

Mewn heddwch fyth yn nef y nef. 

Ti Obaith ydvvyt ffynon hedd, 

A darddodd draw mewn nefol wlad,. 

A chymhorth wnai yr enaid bhn, 
Gwaredi ef rhag twyll a brad ; 

Amlygir yr anwylaidd wavvr 

Ordeiniwyd gan yr lesu mawr. 

Ti Obaith ydvvyd gadarn awr 

Sy'n dwyn pcchadur fynu'n llyn. 
Pan yfai Crist o'r cwpan dig 

Fu'n chwerw ar Galfaria fryn ; 
O bydd heb flawdd yn nawdd i ni, 
Yn Ntjhrist ein Tad a'n Ceidwad cu. 



no The Banks of Siisqiniia>iiia. 

Still hope and live to Him, 
Poor, weary, thirsting- soul, 

Until thou reach thy home, 
Where endless pleasures roll. 

Then shall thy hoping soul find rest, 

Upon the blest Redeemer's breast. 

V.\ST Nanticoke, February o. a. D. 1871. 



A POEM TO THOMAS WALTEH PRICE, 

(CUHELVN.) 

The bard that long melodious sang, 
The fame of Cymiy's fragrant shore, 

Has warbled forth his latest songf. 
Cuhelyn's harp will tunc no more. 

His rapt imperial muse awoke 

In boyhood's bright and happy day, 

And on through life's uneven course, 
Sweet was the music of his lay. 

His soul delighted to unfold, 

What Gwalia was in days of yore. 

Before invaders ever trod 
The flowery beds of Cymry's shore. 



Glcnydd y Siisqiichanna. 1 1 1 

Gobeithiwn oil tra byddwn byw, 

Eneidiau yn sychedig sydd, 
Nes cyrhaedd fry i'n cartref iach, 

Lie mae deiliacjon cywir ffydd : 
Tragwyddol orph\\'\'s yno ga\\n 
Ar fynwes un a roddodd lawn. 



T DIWBDDAR THOMAS GWALLTEE PRICE. 

(CUHEI.VN.i 

Y bardd a garai gerddi'n hir, 

Arvvyrain Cymru, gwlad ciaiwy', 

A roddodd ini ci olaf gan, 
Ei dclyn cf ni chlywir mwy. 

E ddeffrodd ci awcnydd ef 

Yn mhlodau'i ocs mcwn hocnus h)'nt, 
A thrwy ei fywyd hedeg wnai 

Yn felus mal ar edyn gwynt. 

Hy fry dwell pur ei enaid ocdd 
Dadblygu'r hyn fu Gwalia deg, 

Cyn sengi troed un estron ar 

Ei Uenyrch licirdd, ei clu'njTch chweg. 



112 The Banks of Susqiithanfia^ 

In Cambria's native tongue, he wrote 

The triumphs of his native land, 
When Gomer's sons did proudly sway 

Their sceptre on the blooming strand- 
Sweet be thy sleep, dear nature's bard, 

May none disturb thy resting place. 
For generations yet to come 

With joy thy gems will love to trace. 

So now, Cuhelyn dear, adieu, 

My muse must leave thee as thou art ; 

For more than tliis I cannot say, 
Thou hadst a philanthropic heart. 



LITTLE CHILLBEK 

O, Saviour, dear Saviour, we'll sing of thy love, 

For leaving the kingdom of glory above, 

To rescue such poor little children as we, 

]5y so agonizing upon Calvary. 

O, lielp us to praise Thee for what thou hast done,. 

And evil temptations forever to shun, 

Then guide us, O guide us, by thy gentle hand. 

Until we shall praise tliec in Canaan's bright land. 



Gloiydd y Sitsqitchanna. 

Yn iach, y Cymry datgan wnaeth 
Hen frwydrau eirch ci deidiau gynt ; 

Pan oedd hil Gomer y\\ eu rhvvysg 
Yn baeddii pawb o'rpcdvvhr gwynt. 

Yn felus huna, anwyl fardd, 

Tyngcdafbawb rhag cwrdd dy fcdd ; 
Am oesaii ddavv dy gerddi gwych 

Lewyrcliant argolofnau licdd. 

Yn iach, Cuhclyn, anwyl fardd ; 

Yr awen orfydd, cr dy fri, 
A mwy na hyn.nid allaf ddweyd, 

Mai gwir ddyngarvvr oeddyt ti. 



113 



PLANT EYCHAIN. 



Geidwad, O Gcidwad, i'th gariad rown glod. 
Am adael bro lawcn, lle'r anfeidrol Fod ; 

1 achub plant bychain 'nawr fcl 'rydym ni, 
Drwy ddyoddef y poenau ar fryn Calfari. 

A chymhorth ni i'th foli am weithrcd mor fawr. 
A dod o'th ogoniant at gaethion y llawr, 
O cymhorth ni Arglwydd a'th wir dyner law 
Hyd nes y'th glodforwn yn y Ganaan draw. 
8 



Il.j. The Banks of Snsqucluxtnux. 

O, Saviour, dear Saviour, our tribute we'll bring. 

And ever thy glory delightfully sing, 

For thou hast recorded in thy holy word. 

That all little children should come to their Lord. 

Then humble and faithful, O teach us to be, 

Until we thy amiable person shall sec ; 

Then w^e will praise thee with heavenly delight. 

With all the bright angels in day without night. 

Womelsdokf's 1'arm, September p4, A. D. 1S71. 



PEAR NOT. 



I^'ear not, the cry is sounding 

O'er all the earth around, 
Your rights shall be defended, 

Ye workers 'neath the ground. 
Your dangers are sufficient, 

Without oppression's hand, 
Then why should the brave miners 

Be wronged of just demand? 
Chorus — By labor's cause then let us ever stand. 

For we were so designed to be. 

In union, heart and hand. 

Fear not, though clouds may gather, 
And threaten to o'erwhelm, 

Remember, fellow workman. 
Whose hand is at the helm. 



Glciiydd y Susquehanna. 115 

O Geidwad, hoff Geidwad, ein teyrnged a gai, 

Ac hyd byth dy foliant a ganwn heb drai ; 

O hervv}^dd mynegant drwy gyfrwng dy air 

Bod rhaid i blant bychain gael mwyniant mab Mair. 

Yn blant gostyngedig mcwn ffydd dyger ni, 

Nes gwelcd dy bcrson a'th anrhydedd di ; 

Bryd hyny'th fawrygwn mewn nefolaidd ddawn, 

Yn mhlith y dysglcirwych angylion yn llawn. 



NAC OrNA. 



Nac ofna, mac rhyw adsain 

Drwy gyrau'r byd }'n av\4" ; 
Uiffynwn eich iawndcrau, 

Chwi lowyr er eich dawn, 
Digonol yw'ch peryglon 

Heb ormes blin a thrais, 
Pa achos fod y mwnwr 
Yn methu cacl ei gais ? 

Byrdivn — Yn achos llafuryn ddifraw 
Ni safwn, dyna'n tynged ni, 
Mewn Lindeb law yn llaAv. 

Nac ofna, os bydd cymyl 

Yn bygwth dy wyrdroi, 
Ond cofia fy nghydweithiwr 

Llaw pwy oedd heb osgoi ; 



J , 5 The Banks of Susquehanna. 

That hand has ever aided 
The efforts of the brave, 
And will not let the toiler 
Be turned- into a slavo. 
Cl^o. — By labor's cause, &c. 

Fear not, but be undaunted, 

And to the union cling, 
For the unfathomed future 

Has something new to bring. 
The dawn is nearly breaking, 

Then faint not on the way, 
This fearful human struggle 

Points to a brighter day. 
(;,ho. — By labor's cause, &c. 

Fear not, for undivided, 

Our order will expand, 
Till all the sons of labor 

Will join our noble band. 
Then will the fruits of union 

Be gathered everywhere, 
And all the countless toilers. 

The rights of labor share. 
Cho. — By labor's cause, &c. 

E.\sT X.\NTicf KE, ;\Iay 8, A. D. iS-i. 



Glcnydd j ' Susguehan mx. n 7 

:Mae'r wawr yii dechrcu tori, 

Nac ofna gyfaill rhydd, 
Daw'r ymgyrch niawr prcsenol 

T mi'n ragorach dydd. 

Yn achos llafur, &c. 

Nac ofnwch, heb wahanu. 

Ein liachos daen o hyd, 
Nes daw holl ddeiliaid llafur 

O dan ei nodded clud . 
Pryd hyn cynhyrchion undeb 

A gesglir yn mhob man, 
A dirif holl lafurwyr 

lawndcrau fydd cu rhan. 

Yn achos llafur, &c. 

Xac ofna, b)dd yn wrol, 

Dan fancr undeb rydd, 
Yn nyfndcr y dyfodol 

Rhyw bethau ncws^dd Wi\d ; 
Y law a gynorthw)'a 

Weithredocdd gwrol dd}-n 
2s^i edy y llafunvr 

O hyd mcwn gwyd a gwyn. 

Yn achos llafur, &c. 



Hi 



The Banks of S/tsqnchauna 




THE COW. 

About noon, yesterday, a c;ilf was sold from this farm, being only about three or four 
weeks old. In the evening the mother was let into the stable, but failing to find her 
young she commenced to bellow and continued so all night, and even now i< still bellow- 
ing while T am penning these few lines. 

I cannot help but feel for thee, 

Although thou art a cow; 
Thou hast a feeling I've no doubt, 

Or thou wouldst not bellow now. 
In vain it is for thee to call 

Upon thy young again, 
For 'tis by now I'm very sure. 

By John, the butcher, slain. 



The butcher has by now, no doubt, 

Sold out thy young by pounds. 
Whilst thou art still a bellowing 

And going on thy rounds 
To seek the one that thou hast lost. 

Which seems to me to prove 
That even the poor brute itself 

Well knows the pangs of love. 



GUnydd y SusqiiiJiaiuta. 



119 




Y FUWCH. 

Y dJoe, yiinghylch nawii, gwcrthwyd Ho o'r tydilyn Invn heb fod yn ychwaneg XA 
thalr wythnos oed, Yn y prydnawn gollyngwyd y fuwch, mam y llo, i'r beudy, yn 
inha le, o henvydd p^vveled diflyg y llo, y dechreuodd frefu, a pliarhaodd felly drwy y 
nos, a pharhai i frefu tra yr ysgrifcnais hyn o linellaii. 

Rhaid imi deimlo drosot li, 

Er nad wyt onid buwch, 
Mae genyt deimlad pwy a wad, ♦ 

Onide ni frefit c'uwch: 
Ond ofer y\v dj alvvad di, 

Boddlona 'nol dy radd, 
Gan hyn mi vvn yn dda fod John 

Y cigydd wcdi ci ladd. 



C)'n hyn y c igy dd ) n ddiaii 

A'i gwcrthodd wrth y pwys, 
Tra'rydwyt tl yn brcfu o gyh:h, 

O hyd mcwn gofid d\v)'s, 
I chwiHo am golledig un, 

Yr hyn a brawf i mi 
Fod boddau anifeihaid fyrdd 

Yn meddu cariad cu. 



I20 TJic Banks of Susqucliatuw. 

\<: mothers that would fain deny 

The children of your breast, 
You here can learn a lesson 

From this poor, simple beast. 
Your features you would hide with shame, 

And this you can't deny, 
If for her young a brute will pine, 

You for your child should die. 

WoMhLSDORP's Farm, jMiiuary _;, 1872. 



THE VISITING PHYSICIAN. 

A physician a visit to Nanticoke made, 

And put up at Rouse's Hotel ; 
So what happened the visiting doc. and horse, 
Will be quite amusing to tell. 
Chorus. — Of all events that have occurred. 
This one the worst must be, 
For he filled the manger with sawdust. 
And then went on the spree. 

'Tis true, experiments often are tried 

With skill on man and beast, 
But to feed a horse with cold sawdust, 

Must be a peculiar feast. 
Cho. — Of all events that have occurred, &c. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 121 

Chwi faniau wadwch, os bydd modd, 

Blant hoenus, lion, eich bron, 
Chwi allwch yma dderbyn gvvers 

Oddiwrth ymddygiad lion ; 
Eich gwarth a guddivvch rhag cacl gwawd. 

Ac nac amheuwch fi, 
O siom ei bach dihocnai'r fuwch, 

Roi'ch ciniocs ddylcch chwi. 



Y MELLYC- YMWELIADOL YN EAST NANTICOKE. 

Daeth nicddyg i Nanticokc pan ar ci daith, 

Arosodd yn Ko?iscs Hotel, 
A'r hyn a ddygwyddodd i'r meddyg a'i farch, 
Difynvch a rydd i'r rhai ffcl. 

Byrdxvn — O bob d)'gwyddiad fu eriocd 
Hwn yw'r ryfcddaf fu ; 
Fc lanwai'r preseb a blawd llif, 
' ^\c \-na'r aeth ar spri. 

'Gwneir yma brawfiadau ar anifail a dyn, 

Can's meibion celfyddyd a fedd ; 
•Ond porthi hen gefifyl drwy gyfrwng blawd llif 

Sj'dd iddo'n r\-fcdd wlcdd. 

O bob dygw}'ddiad, &c. 



122 TJu Banks of Susquchanua. 

The poor old horse very queer did look\ 

Upon his wooden diet, 
And all night long did kick and groan. 
But in the morning was very quiet. 
Cho. — Of all events that have occurred, &c. 



Such a curious physician 1 nc\er did see, 

For often 'bout friends he would cry. 
While the poor old horse could hardly r.tand. 
Ton my word I thought he would die. 
Cho. — Of all events that have occurred, &c. 



]f ever the doctor in life intends 

To pay us a visit again', 
We hope his knowledge will be as much 

As to know sawdust from grain. 
Cho. — Of all events that have occurred, &c. 



l^or Nanticoke always has plenty of food. 

To supply both man and beast, 
And the difference between sawdust and grain, 
He ought to know that at least. 
Cho. — Of all events that have occurred, 
This one the worst must be. 
For he filled the manger with sawdust, 
And then went on the spree. 



Gleiiydd Y Susquehanna. 12; 

Yr hen geffyl tlawd edrychai yn syn 

Ar weddill y goeden yn fwyd, 
Drwy ystod y noson anesmwyth y bu, 

Ond y boreu mor dawel a chhvyd. 

O bob dygwyddiad, &;c. 



Y fath feddyg ryfeddol ni welais crioed, 

Fe lefai am gcraint neu ffrynd ; 
Tra'r oedd yr hen gyffyl yn ochain yn grochy 

Ar fy nghair bum agos a myn'd. 

O bob dygwyddiad, &c. 

Os etto daw meddyg yn ystod {y oes 

I dalu ymweliad a ni, 
(lobeithio y bydd ei wybodaeth y fath 

Na chymcr yn ymborth flawd Ui'. 

bob dygwyddiad, &c.. 



Mcdd Nanticoke wastad ddigonedd o fwyd 

I ddiwallu ceffyl a dyn, 
A barnu rhwng ebran a rhinwedd blawd llif 
Fe ddylai y meddyg ei hun. 

O bob dygwyddiad fu erioed, 
Hwn yw'r ryfeddaf fu ; 
Fe lanwai'r preseb a blawd Ih'f, 
Ac yna'r aeth ar spri. 



124 '^^^'■'-^ ^^(^^^^'^ (>f Susquehanna. 



TO EDITH. 

An old acquaintance of mine recently called upon :iie, with the request that I would 
■write a few verses for him to his wife, stating his affection for her and acknowledg'nghis 
wandering propensities. 

Edith, dear, my heart is with thee, 
Though far from thee I am now, 

Yet I very well remember 

When I gave to thee my vow. 

Though it seems my fate to wander. 

Still remembrance is the same. 
And my mind doth ever linger 

'Round the spot from where I came. 

Then remember, gentle Edith, 

We, ere long, may meet again 
Where the foliage throng are chanting 

On old Cymry's verdant plain. 

In days of yore their voices blended 
Sweetly with our songs of love. 

As we both did lonely wander 

Through each fragrant, flowery gro\c. 

How brief the time it seemed unto us. 
The morning like an hour pass'd, 

And ere our tales of love were ended 
Old Phoebus would refuse to last. 



Glcnydd y Susquehanna. 125 



I EDITH. 

Daeth hen gi'fain i mi attaf yn ddiweddar, a gofynoud os cyfansoddwii ychydig lin- 
ellau iddo i'w wraig yn Nghymru, yn amlygu ei serch tuag ati, a chydnabod ei duedd 

giwydrol. 

Edith anwyl, mae fy nghalon 

Gyda thi, a mi yn mhell ; 
Ond etto'r dydd yr wyf yn gofio 

Pan gest fy llw o fewn y gell. \ 

Ymddengys inii fy mod i grwydro 

Ond etto adgof saif yr un, 
i\c ymchwifiad meddwl cffro 

O gylch 'smotyn bach fy hun ; 

Gan hyny cofia anwyl Edith 

Y gallwn gwrdd ar fyr o dro, 
Yn hen Gymru lie mae'r adar 

Yn adseinio'r freiniol fro. 

Yr amser gynt eu melus odlau, 

Dyferion cariad oedd eu cerdd, 
I'an y byddem ni yn rhodio 

Hyd y fro ar lanerch wcrdd ; 

Mor fuan ai yr oriau ymaith, 

Boreuddydd giliai megys awr, 
A chyn darfyddai geiriau cariad 

Gadawai Phoebus roddi gwavvl. 



126 The Banks of Siisqiichaujia . 

Oh, may it be again, my Edith, 
Our happy lot, Hke that of yore, 

To walk in Love's unfading bowers, 
And ne'er on earth to part no more. 

WoMi-LSLiour's Farm, January 3, 1872. 



■ fougive one another. 

Awake, noble toilers, give ear to my musing. 

Let virtue adorn us although we are poor. 
For the secret of living is to love one another, 

And aid the dejected that knocks at our door. 
Then let us not murmur but stand by each other, 

For life it is passing so swiftly away. 
And to-morrow we may not again be together, 

Then forgive one another, dear friends, while \^ou may. 



Again pause a moment, consider the dangers 

That hover around us while working below. 
For life is uncertain while we are under mining. 

And the bravest among us may fall 'fore we know. 
Then cheer thy dear comrade on life's gloomy pathway, 

And drop not a Avord that his heart will disma\', 
For earth's tribulations are enough to encounter. 

Then forgive one another, dear friends, while you may. 



Glenydd Y Susquehanna. 127 

bydd felly etto Edith, 

Ein dyddiau dedwydd fydd y\\ hwy, 

1 rodio mewn ireiddiol gariad, 
A b\'th i gacl yinadacl xwwy. 



MADDEUWN I'N GILYLD. 

Dcnvch, \\rol lafunvyr, rhowch glust i fy nghaniad, 

Boed rhinwcdd yn addurn, er ein bod yn dlawd 
Nod uchel ein bywyd \ w caru ein gilydd, 

A noddi'r angcnus sy'n isel ei rawd ; 
A byth nac achwynwn, ond cymhorth ein gilydd. 

Can's bywyd a heibio yn gyflyni o hyd ; 
Y fory efallai na wehvn gynulliad, 

Maddcmvn i'n gilydd tra gallom i gj'd. 



Ac etto am fynud ystyriwch berx'gion 

Ddadblygir i'n sylw tra'n gweithio is dar, 
Anhyall yw bywyd wrth gloddio y mwnau, 

Y dewr a'r gwrolaf all gwympo mewn bar ; 
Gan hyny cysura'th gydweithwyr bob amser, 

Na ad air ddylifo er briwio ei fryd ; 
Ein hymdaith drwy'n bywyd sydd lawn o groesineb, 

Maddcuwn i'n gilydd tra gallom i gyd. 



I2S The Banks of Susquehanna. 



TO ELISA BLAKE, 

OF "HONEY rOT," LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., ON RECEIVING FROM HEP 
HANDS A CUP OF COLD WATER. 

Ten thousand blessings on thy hea^, 

Dear, noble-hearted child, 
Thy features beam with genius, 

Th}^ ways are kind and mild . 
The music of thy gentle voice 

I well-remember yet. 
But ah ! those cups of water ne'er 

Can I on earth forget. 



Ten thousand blessings on thy head, 

May fortune on thee smile, 
And if thou wilt arrive at age 

May no man thee beguile ; 
Fain would I curse the man that could 

Thy innocence betray. 
For kinder I have never met 

Through life's beclouded way. 

Ten thousand blessings on thy Iiead, 

While on this earth below, 
And may thy peace, kind-hearted child. 

Just like the river flow ; 



GlciiyJil y Susquehanna. 129 



1 ELI2A BLAKE, 

O "HONEY POT,- PA., AR DDEKBYNIAD OI I LAW CWPANAID O 
DDWFR OER. 

Mil o fendithion ar dy ben. 

Y siriol fechan ferch, 
Dy wedd arddengys efryddxlwys, 

Dy ffyrdd awelon serch ; 
Peroriaeth sy'n dy swynol lais, 

Adgofiaf yn ddilyth, 
Ond O ! y cwpaneidiau dwr 

A ges — mi gofiaf hytb. 



Mil o feudithion ar dy ben, 

Fob Uwyddiant boed i ti, 
I oedran gwraig os deui byth 

Rhoed pob un i ti fri ; 
Melldithiwn ni yr un wnai ddrw'g 

I'th ddiniweidrwydd cu, 
Anwyled un ni welais i 

Drwy gaddug bywyd du. 

Mil o fendithion ar dy ben, 

Tra ar ddacarol fro, 
A bod dy heddwch, anwyl fercli, 

Fel afon yn ei thro ; 

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130 Banks of Si/sq/ichaJiun. 

And when the messenger of death 

His warrant to thee brings, 
O, mayest thou drink from heaven's fount, 

'Long with the King of kings. 

WoMEi.sroKP's Farm, January 4., tS;.-. 



THE WANDEBEE'S PRAYEK. 

O, Infinite Ahnighty God, 

That holdest in thy hand 
The countless worlds that doth rcxolvc, 

To suit thy wise command, 
Thou art the essence of all light, 

The source of every joy, 
The only One on whom T can 

\V\'i\\ confidence rel\-. 



As angels doth delight to praise 

Their Lord, with rapt delight, 
Then ought I not to worship him 

With all that's in my might ? 
O, Heavenly Father, hear my prayer, 

And guide me back again 
Into those flowery patlis divine, 

Where pure pleasures reign. 



Glciiydd y SusqiiehaiDia. 131 

A phan y daw hen angeu erch 

A'i waraiit ar dy ol, 
Pur ddyfroedd saint a yfot ti 

Ar nefol diriol ddol. 



C-WEDDrH CHWYDRYN. 

Anfeidrol Hollalluog Dduw, 
Sy'n cynnal a dy law, 

Aneirif fydoedd yn eu cylch 
, Drwy'r eangderau mawr ; 

Tydi y\\ achos gwawl i gyd, 
Cynherfyd llonder dwys, 

Yi unig Fod a allaf fi 

Mewn hyder roddi'm pwys. 

Gan fod angylion yn rhoi mawl 
]Mor hyfryd idd eu Glyw, 

Ein dyled yw eu dilyn hwy 
'Nol geiriau deddfau Duw; 

nefol Dad, fy ngweddi clyw, 
Arweinia n yn ol 

1 dy flodeuog Iwybrau cu, 

'Gael dod i'th gynes gol. 



132 The Banks of Sitsqitchaiina. 

The spark divine Thou long didst place 

Within the inner man ; 
It often tells me 1 am wrong, 

And doth my consciL-r.ce sp.Ln. 
Then kindle, Lord, the sacred -i).irk, 

That I may still survive, 
For well thou knowest, Heavenly One, 

The world doth 'gainst me strive. 



Then for the sake of Thy dear Son, 

Who died, that I may live, 
Kternal One, now hear my prayer. 

And all my sins forgive, 
O clothe me with thy righteous garb, 

To walk the heavenly way, 
And guide me through this cloud)- earth. 

To heaven's eternal day. 

WtiMKi.sDuKb's Farm, January 5, 1872. 



0, THAT WITE THEE, MY FAITHFUL FATHBUI 

O that with thee, my faithful father, 
I could but sing, like that of yore, 

The praises of the King of glory, 
Whom thou didst teach to adore. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. i 33 

Y bur wreichionen ddwyfol ro'ist, 

O fewn i'r mewnol ddyn, 
Awgryma'n fynych im' fy mai, 

Cydwybod fach a gryn ; 
Enyna, O Dduw, wreichionen fach, 

Modd cadwer fi rhag gwae, 
Can's fel y gwyddost, ncfol Dad, 

Y byd i'm crbyn mae. 

Gan hyny er mwyn dy anvvyl Fab, 

Fu farw cr i mi gaol byw, 
O maddeu im', dragwyddol Fod, 

Fy ngweddi, Arglwydd clyw, 
A dyro i mi gael dy ncrth 

Fel rhodiwyf ffyrdd dy Rhen, 
Ac arwain fi drwy'rcymyl du, 

rth foli di. Amen. 



GYDA THI, FY NHAD FFYLDLONAF. 

O ! gyda thi, iy nhad ffyddlonaf, 
Nad eiliem gan fel cynt ein dau, 

Yn mawlgerdd Brenin y tangnefedd, 
Yr hwn ymdrechaist i'w fawrhau. 



134 TJie Banks of Siisquehanna. 

Afy drooping mind it soon would flourish 
Like flowers by the morning dew, 

If but with thee, my Christian sire, 
I could the by-gone scenes review. 

The pray'r thou first in childhood taught me, 
My mind retains through flowing years, 

And oft in manhood I've repeated 
The same in reverential tears. 

Sometimes, in visions, I have seen thee 
Reclining in the old arm-chair, 

At others, pleading for thy children 
In the sacred form of pray'r. 

But ah ! 'tis now forever ended, 

No more on earth wilt thou appear ; 

Yet while I live thy form will flourish 
In this fond bosom, ever dear. 

No \vinter-blast, again, my father, 
Will blow upon thy aged form. 

Nor circumstances e'er oppress thee, 
Thou now art safe from every storm. 

Though thirty years thou wast a stranger,. 

To the light that Phoebus gave, 
Still thy soul was e'er illumined 

By Him who died the world to save. 



Glcnydd y SnsqueJianna, 135 

Fy meddwl isel a lewyrchai, 

Mai rhosyn y boreu wlith, 
Pe gyda thi, fy nhad anwylaf, 

Adgofiem bethau fu'n ein plith. 

Y weddi ddysgaist i mi'n febyn 

Drysorvvyd yn fy meddwl i ; 
Yn awr yn ddyn mi a'i hadroddaf, 

A dagrau serch yn treiglo'n Hi'. 

Drvvy ddychymyg mi'th ganlynaf 

Yn gorphwys yn dy gadair-fraich. 
A thrwy weddi yn rhoi gofal 

Dy blant i'r Xcf i ddwyn eu baich. 

Yn awr, f>- nhad, chedaist }'maith, 

Dy weled yma mwy ni chaf ; 
Ond tra yn fyw dy wedd dywyna, 

Yn fy mynwes megys haf 

Ni chvvytliant mwy awelon gauaf 

Ar dy gorff adfeiliol di, 
Nac amg>'lchiadau mwy ni'th lethant. 

Dyogel wyt rhag anffawd lu. 

Tri deg o flwyddi fuost yma 

Heb wel'd goleuni Phoebus glud, 

Ond eto'th enaid a oleuwyd 

Yn rhinwedd Crist, achubwrbyd. 



136 The Banks of SiisqitcJianna. 

And no\v, within the chmc of glory, 
Eternal sight is to thee given, 

To see the One thou long adored, 
With all the holy scenes of heaven. 

So now adieu, my faithful father, 
My heart it melts in pangs of love, 

As o'er the scenes of yore I ponder, 
That I am here and thou above. 

So farewell, dearest earthly guide, 
Until I there along with thee meet, 

To chant the hallelujah chorus, 
Beside the blest Redeemer's feet. 

WoMK>,*DORv's Farm. I.t'ihhv \.\. iS?:-. 



FLOW ON, SUSaUEHANNA, 

INSCRIBED J'O A. A. I APK, M. 1>., KAS I' XAMKOKE. 

Flow on Susquehanna, the pride of Wyoming, 

Thy meandering waters I love to behold, 
]\Iore dear is thy presence to each son of the valley, 
Than all of tlie wealth that the Indies doth hold ; 
For oft on thy borders the Indian and white man 
a -Have fought till their gore hath closed thy stream. 
Though seldom a son of the poor, lonely Indian, 
Evermore on thy flowery banks will be seen. 



Glenyddy Susquehanna. 137 

Yn awr, o fewii i'r hinsawdd nefol 

Goleuni bythol gefaist ti, 
I wel'd yr Hwn a wir addolaist 

Yn manllefau ncfol lu. 

Yn iach yn awr, iy nhad anwylaf, 

Fe dawdd gan serch fy enaid i ; 
Wrth syllu ar y pethau fuodd, 

Mi yma'n dlawd, a thithau fry. 

Yn iach ddaearol wir arwcinydd, 

Hyd nes y cawn ni etto gwrdd, 
I ganu'r gydgan Haleluia 

Fry gyda'riesu wrth ei fwrdd. 



YN MLAEN SUSaUEHAITNA. 

CV.LWVNEO.O TRKNWOO .EDUVC. A. A. LAPK. EAST XANT.COKE 

Yn mlaen Susquehanna, anrhydcdd Wyoming, 
Dy ddyfroedd crwydredig a garaf yn gu, 

Anwylach y w'th wyddfod gan feibion y dyffryn 
Na chyfoeth gorbrisfawr yr Indiaid a fu: 

Ar lenydd dy yrfa yr Indiad a'r gwynddyn 
Ymladdentnes Uiwio dy ddyfroedd a gwacd, 

Ond bellach anfynych y gwehr yr Indiaid 
Byth mwy yn dy gyfarch ag olion cu traed. 



3 3^ ^li-i^ Banks of Siisqueliamm. 

Flow on, Susquehanna, thy name is immortal 

With the deeds of the hero, the songs of the bard ; 
No more will the war-cry of Indians disturb thee, 

Nor the peace of the white man, in future, be marred. 
Thy banks, that of yore were covered with wigwams. 

Now cities and towns in splendor appear, 
And thy war-cry is changed to the hum of industry, 

Where the wanderers of earth meet in friendship so dear 

Flow on, Susquehanna, so tranquil and lovely, 

On thy banks my muse has inspired with glee. 
While the odor of flowers, the music of warblers. 

Has entranced my heart to ever love thee. 
But one small Flysium is by thee located. 

Where the waters, by falling, arc caused to foam ; 
Let others despise thee, I ever will love thee, 

The joy of my soul, my Nanticoke home. 

Flow on Susquehanna, though some would deprive me 

Of hearing the music thy waters doth make; 
But still I rejoice I'v^e ne'er been dejected, 

While thy banks are my refuge Fll stay for thy sake. 
Flow on, then, my muse, like this beautiful river. 

Till thou reach the blest ocean of justice and love, 
Then, 'neath the delightful amaranthine sweet bowers, 

Thou eternally shalt chant with the pure above. 



Glcitydd y Sns(]itc]iainia. i 39 

Yn mlaen Susquehanna, dy cnw fytholwyd, 

Ag ymdrech gwroniaid a chanu y beirdd, 
Rhyfelgan yr Indiaid ni chyftry dy rediad, 

Diwydrwydd y gwynddyn wna'th lenydd yn Iiardd^ 
Y glenydd orfrithwyd gan fythod corachod, 

Dinasoedd a threfydd a welai.s yn glud, 
Newidiwyd rhyfelgan i adsain diwydrwydd, 

\\\ nawdd i \Mnfudwvr o bcdair ban bvd. 



Yn mlaen Susquehanna, nior ber a charedig 

Y can fy awenydd ar lenydd \dy li', 
Perarogl y blodau, a lleisiau yr adar 

A swynant fy nghalon i dy garu di ; 
Un argae geir yma i groesi dy ddyfroedd, 

A dyrcha drwy gwymp ewynau y don , 
Os eraill a'th rega myfi a'th fawrygaf, 

Llawenydd fy cnaid yw Nanticoke Ion. 

Yn mlaen Susquehanna, or fod i"m hattaliad, 

Rhag clywed peroriaeth arafaidd dy li', 
Er hyny hyfrydaf, ni fynaf fy nghwrthod 

Tra ar dy ororau le dyogel i mi ; 
Yn mlaen fy awenydd yx\ hafel I'r afon, 

Nes cyrhaedd yr hafan, terfynau dy daith, 
.\c yno dan gysgodion hyfryd Amaranth 

Cai lanio'n dragwyddol 'nol daearol daith. 



i40 ^^^fc Banks of Susi]iicJiaiina. 



11A7I, YOU NOT HEAPwD OF THE BEAUTIFUL LAND. 

O, have you not heard of that beautiful land, 

That the Saviour for us did regain, 
When he died to redeem a poor, fallen race. 
So that we in his glory may reign. 

CJiorns. — Come, drink from sah'ation's stream. 
That flows so full and so fre<^ ; 
It flows for all mankind, 

Since Jesus died on the tree. 

That Eden of light is the pure Elysium, 

The garden of angels and flowers, 
Where the river of pleasure eternally flows, 

So tranquil beneath the bright bowers. 

Cho. — Come, drink from salvation's stream, &c. 

In that verdant abode the luxuriant trees 
With life that's immortal doth bloom ; 

And the angels are singing, while playing their harps. 
For the weary of earth here is room. 

Cho. — Come, drink from salvation's stream, S:c. 

'Tis the home where friends and kindred shall meet, 
That were severed by death's chilly hand ; 

Then come, now, and drink from the waters* of life. 
So to go to that beautiful land. 

Cho. — Come, drink from sah^ation's stream, &c. 

WoMitLSDonp's Farm, Jainiaiy 2), 1S72. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 141 



A GLYW30CH CHWI ERIOSD AM YR HYFRYD WLAD. 

A glywsoch chwi crioed am yr hyftyd wlad 

A enillodd cin Ccidvvad i ni ? 
Bu farw i achub y syrthiedig hil, 
Mai y gallwn deyrnasu mewn bri. 

Byrdwn — Dewch yfwch o'r santeiddiol ddwr 
A lifa'n llawn a rhad, 
A red i'r oil o ddynolryw 
O fynwes lesii mad. 

Yn Eden Elysian, yr hyfryd pur wawl, 
Gardd engyl yn nihlith blodau gwull, 

Lie rhed afon bywyd byth byth trwy y fro 
Dan gysgod o bob lliw a dull. 

Dewch yfwch, &c. 

Rhwng coedydd toreithiog y gwinwydd a'r gravvn. 

A bywyd anfarwol y nc', 
Telynau gan engyl yn adsain eu can 

I deulu'r daearol y mae ctto le. 

Dewch yfwch, &c. 

Y cartrcf lie cwrdda cyfeillion a char, 

Ysgarwyd gan angau ryw dro, 
O df well ac yfwch o'r bywydol ddwr, 

Gael myned i feddu y fro. 

Dewch yfwch, &c. 



[42 The Banks of SiisqitcJiaiina. 



AN ODE TO THE SUPREME BEING. 

INSCRirsKD TO MV CHRISTIAN FATHKR-JN-LAW, DAVID W. JKNKINS, 
MAHANOY CITY. 

O, Thou that's seated upon the eternal summit, 

Adored by all heaven's bright unnumbered throng, 
That veil their faces with their wings of light, 

And, with rapt devotion chant the immortal song. 
O, Sovereign Lord, the great effulgent source, 

From whom the flood-beams dart, to illume 
The distant regions of the unfathomed space, 

Where no fair angel's wing did ever plume, 
And from the farthest planet that revolves. 

Next to the eternal clime of light and love, 
Down, through the august planetary worlds, 

By Thy almighty power all doth move. 
At Thy divine command they first did spring 

Into existence, and ever since by thee, 
With all their countless throng, they always are 

Partakers of Thy bounties that are free. 
So mindful art Thou of the human host, 

That none need be afraid on Thee to trust, 
For Thou showercst blessings year on year around, 

As great in number as the summer's dust. 
O, Gracious One, how great must be Thyself, 

When all doth find exuberance in Thee. , 

My feeble mind is lost in love sublime 

At Thy all-glorious, boundless, blest infinity. 



Gleiiydd y Susqtichauiia. 143 



PEYLDEST AE Y BOD TEAGWYDDOL. 

•CYFF.WYNEDIG I FY NHAD-Y'NGHYFRAITH, DAVID :N[. JENKINS, 
MAHANOY CITY. 

Tydi, sy'n eistedd ar golofnau entrych nen, 

Fawrygir gan holl fodau dysglaer nef, 
Orchuddiant eu gwynebau gydag edyn dydd, 

Anfanvol gan a ront me\Yn uchel lef ! 
Goronog Arghvydd Dduw! yr holl rinweddol flrwd 

O'r hon y tardd pelydron gwawl i gyd, 
Yranfesurol gylchoedd drwy'r cangderau maith. 

Lie ysgatfydd na fu edyn engyl clud, 
O'rblaned bellaf sydd yn troi 'fewn rhoddawl gylcb, 

Yn nesaf at orsafle cariad pur, 
I lawr drwy y serenog fydoedd, dy allu s}'dd 

Yn lly\vio'r oil, heb ymdrafferthion cur: 
Wrth dy orchymyn neidient i fodolaeth gynt 

Encidiau dirif; beunydd ynot Ti 
Yr ymhyfrydent ; a than dy nodded yno niaent 

Yn gyfranogion rhyddid, er eu bri ; 
Gofalus wyt o'r ddynol hir, O nefol Dad, 

Ymddiried ellir yn dy allu mawr, 
Can's ti faddeui flwyddyn ar ol bhvyddyn faith, 

Y llu dirif, mal tywod man y llawr. 
Oraddawl lor ! pwy blymia'th ddyfnderoedd di 

Pan wyt yn achos o bob cffaith sydd ; 
Fy meddvvl gvvan a gollir mevvn efrydedd dwys, 

O dan dy lachar annhcrfynol ddydd ; 



144 The Banks of Susquehanna. 

The same o'erwhelming Providence extends 

To inferior creatures 'neath the starry sky, 
Even from the condor to the humming-bird, 

The aerial species Thou dost well supply. 
And from the forest mammoth the squirrel, 

Not one of all the numerous graded beasts 
Is left to M-ant within their forest home, 

But all doth on Thy bounties ever feast, 
And from the boa-constrictor, of enormous size, 

To the small worm that creeps the verdant field. 
They are all fed by Thy creative hand. 

Thy store-house doth a plenty ever }'ield, 
And ever in the watery world below, 

From the great whale, that makes the liquid foam. 
To the animalculci;, which thirty thousand find 

In a single drop of water ample room, 
The small and great, alike Thy goodness share. 

Not one dost thou despise, not one neglect, 
All are provided for within their sphere. 

For all Thy hands hath made Thou hast respect,. 
Yea all Thou didst proclaim " is very good," 

And even the stars they sang with sacred glee. 
When Thou didst finish thy creative work, 

And destined man above it all to be. 
Thy glorious works my soul with joy surveys. 

At such profound, majestic skill and love, 
The Alpha and the Omega, Thyself, 

From Earth below to that bright world above^. 



UU'iiydd y SusqitiliaiDia. 145 

Gorlifiad dy Ragluniaeth gyrhaedd pob rhyw foci, 

I'r gwael abwydyn is terfynau'r ser ; 
O'r trychfil mawr hyd }'r aderyn llciaf sydd, 

Ehediaid nef a borthi di yn ber ; 
O'r mammoth hyd y wiwer dnvy anialwch byd, 

Nid oes greadur dnvy derfynau'r lor 
Mewn diffyg o ddarpariaeth ar eu cyfer hwy, 

O'r anial draw drwy ddyfnion gelloeddjmor. 
O'r seirff gwenwynig a fclldithiaist ti, hyd at 

Yr abwyd gwacl ymkisgant )'n y macs, • 
A borthi'r oil o'th aneilyddol lywiol law, 

Dy drysordy ni fydd yn wag na llaes 
Yn mydoedd Neifion ceir dy bresenoldeb di, 

O'r morfil mawr a heria'r grochawg don, 
I'r man filionos, lie trig tri deg mil 

Mewn gronyn bach — eu byd eu cartref lion ; 
I'r mawr a'r man unwedd cyfrani hcb nacad, 

O'r oil a wnest dirm)'gu dim ni wnai ; 
Drwy dy ymherodraeth gofali lywio'r oil 

A wnaethost ti, ni welais ynddynt fai ; 
Am yr oil a greaist dywedaist mai " da ocdd," 

A ser y borcu a ganasant gcrdd 
Pan y gorphcnaist Ay greadigol waith, 

Gosodaist ddyn yn bcnaeth daear werdd. 
I fawredd dy weithrcdocdd fy cnaid chwilio mae, 

Y fath fawreddog allu yna sy, 
Yr Alpha a'r Omega ydwyt ti dy hun, 

O'r ddaear hon i Ic dy broswyl fry ; 

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i.|6 Tin: Banks of Susijiiclicutna. 

Aliuighty Lord, O teach mc to adore 

Thy sacred name, while on this sinful globe, 

And in my latest moments, O grant, I may 
But touch the hem of Thy celestial love. 

W._.nirls(l irf's FAim, I'cbruary i?, 1S7;. 



EPITAPH OF THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER. 

KiiiJ reaJer, il nuiy be inUrciting to you to know the epitaph my Wind father de- 
sired mc to put upon his tombstone. It is as follows: "Here hes the remains of Ec- 
v.'ARD Alexander Daviks, late Drum Major of the ;3d R. W, F. Through life he was 
a friend to all and an enemy to nohc but the deceitful. 

'■ ' Thi'T that prnclicc deccftcn shall he rewarded with tire.' " 

Here sleeps the late Drum Major Da\'ics, 

That loyal did his country serve, 
And from the path of Christian dut}- 

His mind was nc\'cr known to swerve. 

lie loved to converse \\\\\\ the pure, 

Deceitful people he would shun, 
His soul was like the virgin flower, 

His language clear as the sun. 

And when the tide of life was ebbing, 
His features were serene and bright. 

And from this earth he was escorted 
By angels, to the realms of light. 

NVoMELSnoKFS Farm, J,Tn\;ary 1^. j?^;. 



Glenydd y Susqueltanna. 147 

Yr Hollalluog Dduw, O dysg fi i'th fawrhau, 

Tra yma'n bod, a rhoddi i ti y mawl 
Ar derfyn oes, O Wrghvydd caniata i mi 
Gael cwrdd a'th wisg yn nghyntedd gvvlad }' gwawl. 



BEDDAF.&RAFF Y MILWR CRISTIONOGOL. 

Hynaws ddarllcnydd, Ysgatfyddy Ijydd yn ddyddorol genyL wybod mai y canlyiiol y\v 
y bcdd-argraft" a orchymynodd fy anwyl dad da!l ei osod ar ci fedd-faen : 

Yma y gorwcdd gwcddillion EDWARD ALEXANDER DAVIES, diweddar 
Rhyngill TabyrddoU yn y 23ain Gatrawd R. W. F, Drv.y ei fywyd bii yu gjfaill i bob 
rhinwcdd — yii elyn i neb ondy twyllodrus. 

'•A arfero dv\-yll a wobi-wyir a tliau." 

Yma huna, y Rhingyll Davies, 

Fu'n fihvr ffyddlon dros ei w^ad, 
O gyscgrcdig Iwybrau rhinwedd 

Ni wyrodd cf i dwyll a brad. 



Fe garai ynigoni a'r pur galon, 
Gwrtliodai y twyllodrus rai, 

Ei enaid oedd mal " Rhos y Forwyn, 
A'i iaith yn bur mal liaul didrai. 

Pan ddcuodd trai ar for ci fywyd. 

A grasol wen cofleidiai'r ffydd, 
A chludwyd cf gan cngyi gvviwncf 

T lawn dragwyddol olcu ddydd. 



14^ The Banks of Susquchojiiia. 

THOUGHTS UPON THS DIALSMS OF NIC-HT, 

1X>CRIF.F.D TO CHARLF.S }• I'\VAR])S, PL^ >:Or! H. 

And are those diadems ca" night 

Revolving spheres hke ours, 
And peopled with immortal souls. 

So capacious in their powers ? 
Ah, yes ! I'm sure there's nothing made 

In vain by that Great One '; 
Each planet has its time and place 

Within its course to run. 

\'ou nov.' may turn to Jupiter, 

His splendid belts to view, 
While scene on scene sublime!}- 

Will fill your mind anew, 
And bring }-ou more in union 

With that Celes'.ial One 
That formed them at his pleasure. 

For years unknown to run. 

The Vermillion rings of Saturn 

Invite your upward gaze. 
Their glorious form and grandeur 

Will swell your sacred maze. 
And when you have examined 

Their great, majestic powers, 
You will gratefully acknowledge 

That orb excelleth ours. 



Glaiydd y Susquehanna. 149 

Y BYDOEDD ARSEIEIAWL. 
cvklwynedk; i charles edwards, Plymouth. 

A y\v asLirawl emau'r nos ' 

Yn symud fel ein rhod; 
A oes anfarwol fodau fel 

Nyni mewn gallu'n bod ? 
Ha ! oes, mi \vn na chreodd lor 

Yn ofer unrhyw beth ; 
Fob planed fedd ei sedd a'i lie 

O fewn ei gylch difeth. 

Ar Jupiter arsylla dro, 

Ei rwymau'n addurn sydd. 
Golygfa ar olygfa ddyrch 

Y meddwl fry mewn ffydd ; 
A"n dwyn i fwy o undeb gwir, 

Yn nghallu'r nefawl Dad 
A'u lluniodd wrth ei fodd ei hua 

Cyn amsert\v\-ll a brad. 

Modrwyau eurawg Sadwrn dra\\- 

Wahoddan trefniant ni, 
Ardderchog fawredd, awyr li' 

Yn chwyddo ddwyfol fri, 
A phan fyfyriom ar ei maint, 

A'i grym a'i gallu mawr, 
Cydnabod wnawn ragoriaeth l)u\v 

Ar bryfed gwael y llawr. 



150 The Banks of SvsqncJianna. 

Furthermore, behold Arcturus, 

With all his dazzling suns, 
Unchanged through weary ages,. 

His destined course he runs, 
Displaying so profoundly 

The grandeur of his sphere, 
Where millions in his circle 

The Lord of Hosts revere. 



Now, look at lovely Pleiades, 

With such nocturnal scenes, 
A lighting up the voids of space 

With his fair, radiant beams. 
Then turn your raptured vision. 

Orion's bands to trace. 
So striking and magnificent, 

Within the depths of space. 



Still further in immensity 

Does world on world revolve. 
Beyond the ken of human thought 

With telescope, to solve ; 
For Milky Way has millions of 

Those vast, effulgent gems, 
That deck the trackless regions 

Of the etherial realms. 



Gleiiydd y Susquehanna. 151 

Yn nihellach draw Arcturus sydd 

A'i eiliau glwys ar led, 
Yn ddigyfnewid drwy bob oes, 

Ei gylchoedd maith a red ; 
Tywyna'r cangderau ban, 

Gan harddwch gwir ei rod, 
Tra bo miliwnau yn ci gylch 

I Dduw vn rhoddi clod. 



Gwel etto Pleiades, O mor wcmp 

Y fath orfreiniol em, 
Ei gwaith lewyrcha leoedd bas, 

O'i ysblenyddol drem ; 
Drachefn trowch eich golwg craff, 

Cewch Orion cain i'ch mawl ; 
O'r tarawiadau gloywon sydd 

Drwy eangderau'r gwawl. 



Yn mhellach drwy'r eithafion lie 

Mae bydoedd fyrdd yn troi, 
Nad all gwybodaeth doethion byd 

Drwy wydrddrychau roi ; 
A'r llwybr llaethog, er ei faint, 

Sydd lawn o emau'r nos, 
Oreurant y nefolaidd gylch 

Yn fvrdd o fodau tlos. 



152 The Htruks of Sifscpw/ianHa. 

O, what a glorious idea 

Does all these worlds suggest. 
Of that Supreme Jehovah, 

On whom they all do trust ; 
And Oh ! Avhat countless millions 

Of constellations shine, 
Between the starr>- Milk}' Way 

And that eternal clime. 

Ijut still, they all are cared for, 

And harmoniously agree . 
No discord notes were e\-er known 

'Mongst none of them to be. 
They ever have performed 

Their revolutions well, 
And sang their Author's praises, 

That doth in glory dwell. 

Womelidoi-f's Farm. FdTuan- lo, if.y,-. 



HilERY, THOU AUT THE STEANQEH'S FRIEND. 

Thy generous soul is like the rose, 
That blossoms by the fabled stream, 

Spreading delightful fragrance 'round, 
Unknown to winter's gloomy dream. 

So, like this rose, thy heart doth tend, 

Harn'. thou art the stranger's friend. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 153 

O ! y fath feddvvl uchel a 

Gynhyrcha'r bydoedd draw, 
Am y Jehofa sy'n cu dal 

A'i annerfynol law ; 
Y dirif ser sefydlog sydd 

Yn brithio'r ncnfwd mawr, 
Cydrhwng y llaethog Iwybr fiy 

A chyrau gwlad y gwawr. 

Gofalu wncir am danynt oil, 

Ynt gerddgar a chytun, 
Hcb adwacn ffaclcdd o un ihyw, 

Yn gysoii bob yr un ; 
Bob amscr yn cu cylchoedd tiont, 

Gan ddadgan mawl i'w Rhcn 
Sy'n aros byth mewn ncfol fri, 

Eu Crcwrmawr a'u Pen. 



HARRI, CYFAILL Y DYEITHR-DDYN. 

Dy cnaid had, mal ihosyn yw, 
Sydd yn addurno'r rhcdlif croch, 

Yn lledu arogl hyfiyd hcdd, 

Hcb adwaen gauaf-wyntoedd broch ; 

Mal rhosyn mac dy galon di, 

Ein Ham", cyfaill wyt i mi. 



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154 '^^^^ Banks of Susquehanna. 

No wanderer didst thou ever see, 

But that thy heart would willing give. 

And aid him with unswerving lov^e, 
In joy and happiness to live. 

Thy feelings 'long with his would blend. 

In fact, thou art the stranger's friend. 

O, that mankind were all like thee. 

No one would ever stand in need, 
No partiality be known 

Among no kindred tongue or creed, 
But man on man he could depend, 
Were all, like thee, the stranger's friend . 

Womelsdorf's F.^rm, January 31, 187c. 



WILLIAM LAPE; or, THE FADINa FLOWEE. 

Williiini I.^ipe w.is a Union Soldier, nnd was taken prisoner by tlic roK■'^. His Iieiihh 
was ver>' much impaired from inhuman treatment. 

Ah ! lovely rose, how soon thy core 
Was blighted by the hostile fray ; 

Inhuman treatment thus hath brought 
Thy form into a slow decay. 

That flushing hue upon thy cheeks. 
Is like the fading autumn flower ; 

When Phoebus hath withdrawn his rays. 
And gone for aye the sunny shower. 



Cflenydd y Stisqitcliaiina. 155 

Ni welaist grvvydryn, os yn dlawd 

Meb ymddwyn ato megys brawd, 
A"i gy north wyo gyda gwen, 

A'i godi'ar adcnydd ffawd ; 
Drwy deimlad brawdol freiniol fri, 
Kin Harri, cyfaill wyt i mi. 

() na bai dynion oil 'runwcdd. 

Nid elai angen bytli ar led, 
Ni welid ochraeth gyda neb 

O blaid i geraint, iaith na chrcd ; 
Ond dyn ar ddyn osodai ffydd, 
Pe pawb fel ti. y cyfaill rhydd. 



Y BLODEUYN GWYWEDIC-. 

(i William Lape yn ffiwr yn myddin yr Undcb. Cynicrwyd cf yn garchiiror gaw 
y gvvrthryfelwyi:, a g\vacthygodcl ei iechyd gan eu triniaeth annynol. 

Flodcuyn hardd, mor fuan aeth 

Dy degwch drwy gaethiwed blin, 
Annynol driniaeth gcfaist ti 

\\-\ iraidd ddoe, ond heddyw'n grin. 

Dy fochau gwridgoch welwyd gynt, 

:\Ial blodau hydref ydynt hwy, 
Pan na rydd haul a'i wresog faeth, 

Cawodydd teg ni welir mwy. 



(156 The Banks of SusqiicJiauua. 

But still there is a fragrance there, 
Left to perfume life's thorny \va>', 

It kindles joy within my breast, 
And aids me in my troubled da\'. 

And when the frosty night of death 
Will part thee from this vale of ours, 

O, may thy soul there ever bloom 

Where glory decks the virgin flowers. 

WoMiiLSiiORp's Fakm. January 29, 2872. 



THE ADVENTUHOUS BARD ; 

Ok, THF. HF.RO OF rHK SUStjUKHANN A. 

li is well known thai ibc Su.s(iuehann;t River ii\erflo\vs its banks, especially in the 
Spring season, when the snow and ice melt upon the mountains. At that time the rafts- 
men convey their rafts, (which are made of boards or planks,) down the stream. At 
Nanticoke there is a dam crossing the river, and on the 8tli day of April, 1871, while 
ihere was a vast number of spectators on its banks, they espied a raft containing three 
men, which, owing to the rapidity of the river, had gone too near the current of the dam, 
and in their bewilderment had lost all control upon their steerage ; therefore there was no 
alternative but sudden death staring them in the face. Owing to the rapidity of the river 
itseems they were conveyed from the Horseshoe Dam to Nanticoke, a distance of about 
one hundred miles during that day. The author of this volume, seeing their critical po- 
sition, entrusted his life to the mercT of the waves. Procuring a boat, through great ex- 
ertions, he s.aved their lives. But, before he had reached the shore, the raft wus rent tn 
-pieces over the tremendoiis f.illof the dam. Hciicc the following verses ; 

Thou friend of the muses, don't venture, I pray thee, 
The waves arc o'erflowing, destruction will be, 

They all seem to challenge thy courage in glory, 
And the agents of death do welcome the three 



Glcnydd y SnsqucJianna. 

Ond ctto gvveddill yma sydd, 
All adfer iechyd byd o boen ; 

Par hyn ddywenydd mawr i mi 
Os caf dy weled ctto'n hoen. 

Pan ddaw gwynt angau i dy gwrdd, 
A'th gludo draw o gyrau'r byd, 

Dy enaid fo'n blodeuo byth 
Yn saflc mawr y blodau clud. 



0/ 



ANTURIAETH Y BARDD ; 

NEU WRON Y SUSQUEHANNA. 

Mae yn wybyddus fod yr afoii Susquehanna yn gorlifo dros ei glanau, yn bennodol' 
telly pan tawdd y rhew a'r eira ar y mynyddau, yri y g^vanwyn. Yn ystod y cyfryw 
amscr cludir coed wedi eu Uifo yn estyll, i ateb y gwahanol ddybenion, a gvvneir hwynt 
yn ysgraffau i nofio hyd wyneb y dyfroedd. Yn Nanticoke y mae argae yn croesi yr 
afon, ac aryrSfed o Ebrill, 1871, pan oedd ugeiniau oddynion ar ei glanau, coanfyddais 
drioddynion ar un o'r ysgraffau wedi myned yn rhy agos i'r argae, ac wedi colli pob 
llywodraeth ar eu rhwyfau, fel nad oedd dim yn eu haros ond angau disyfyd, O her- 
wydd birander rhedegog yr afon, ymddeng^s ei bod wedi elude y dynion tua chant o 
filldirocdd y dydd hwnw. Gan fod awdwr y Uyfr hwn yn eu canfod hwy a'r perygl yr 
oeddynt ynddo, anturiodd ei fywyd, cymerodd fad, a thrwy ymdrech galed achubodd 
eu hywydau. O'r braidd yr oeddynt wedi cyrhaedd y Ian cyn i'r ysgraff fyned y» 
chwilfriw dros y gogwymp mawr a achosir gan yr argae. 

Ah ! gyfaill barddonol, rho heibio'th anturiaeth, 
Mae sygniad yr argae ac ymchwydd y Hi", 

Yn cglur ddywedyd mai gwcU i ti ocdi, 
Can's angau yn ddiau sy'n aros y tri I 



158 The Banks of Snsqiiehainia. 

Nay, nay, cried William, myself I will \entLire, 
If you, the bystanders, still will here stay, 

To see fellow creatures in case so distressint,^, 
Alone I will \-enture, come to -what I may. 

Ah ! look at his small boat, as fighting the waters, 

The objects of saving are crazy and wild, 
No hope is expected. O, look at our hero ! 

On, on he is rowing, as a giant in pride. 
The men are bewildered ; to aid him they cannot ; 

Behold ! the three raftsmen have reached the canoe. 
Now, now for the combat ! They fail in proceeding ; 

From awful destruction, O, God, save them, — do! 

The boat is unsteady, it rolls like a drunkard ! 

Oh dear ! what a pitv, if lost near the shore ; 
Not one of the audience will venture to aid them. 

And yet they shed tears in viewing the four. 
Behold ! there's another attempt at the rescue. 

They now are proceeding to conquer the wave. 
The boat is a coming, but slow in its progress, 

And joy commence reigning, in hopes for to save. 

Tis coming ! 'tis coming ! O, saved ! O, saved ! 

Cried hundreds of voices that rent through the air; 
And William has proved a successful champion. 

His fame on the pages of virtue will share. 



Glenydd y SusqucJian;ia. 15*9 

Na, na, meddai Gwilym, anturiaf fy hunan, 
Os nad oes w\\ arall rhydd gymhorth ei law, 

Na gwel'd cin cyd-ddynion yn ebyrth i'r toiiau 
Amturiaf fv liunan, a deued a ddaw. 



Ah ! gwol ci fad bychaii y\\ ymladd a'r tonau, 

Synwyrau'r ysgraffwyr ddyryswyd yn awr ! 
Mid oes obaith m\\ yach ! ust! cdrych ar G\vil\-ni, 

Yn nilacn y niac'n myncd yn dcbyg i gawr, 
Ymwylltio mae'r dynion Iicb allu cu hclpu ; 

Ust ! ctto mae'r tri wedi cyrhaedd y bad, 
Yn awr am yr ymdrech, nis gallant ei rwyfo ; 

Rhag myn'd gyda'r crychllf O achub, Duw Dad ! 

^lae'r bad yn ymy.sgwyd fcl meddvvyn o gwmpas. 

0\v! ow! y trueni os etto ar goll ; 
Nid oes a anturia ei fywyd i'w safio, 

Ac etto'n tosturio ac wylo maent oil 1 
Ah ! dacNS' un ymdrech yn rhagor ar hwylio, 

Yn wir y mae'n llwyddo yn erbyn y don ! 
Mae'n d^^fod yn araf, mae gobaith am achub ! 

A phawb a ddcchreuant i edrych yn lion ! 

Dyncsa yn raddol ! diangol ! diangol ! 

Y dorf a grochfloeddient, a'u dwylaw ar led! 
A Gwilym ein harwr yn fuddugoliaethus, 

Bydd son am ei enw tra dynion a chrcd; 



i6c The Banks of SnsqueluDina. 

Reward for his labor he never expected, 

To defend the needy he ever will run, 
His soul is a fountain of virtue and kindness, 

Through all his proceedings his duty he done. 

All ye Nanticokians, be truly united, 

To rise your champion with all your might, 
Your chieftain and counsel in need and in trouble. 

Protector of freedom, defender of right, 
'lis justice he asketh ; on him bestow it, 

Protect all his doings, the pride of your glen ; 
Your actions towards him be as you wish others 

To bring forth among you, and I say amen. 

Dew I Jdloes. 



A MOTHEE'S LOVE. 

What name on earth can equal thine. 

Oh, gentle, tender mother, dear ; 
Or who explain that depth of love, 
"Thy care and sorrow do doubt and fear. 

For on thy lily, care-worn breast, 
I've seen thy infant's weakly frame, 

While thou didst chant the bantling song. 
And now and then didst lisp its name. 



(jleiiydd y SusqitcJuDuia. i6l 

Nid oedd yii un elvv i'n harwr dihafal, 
Sydd wastad yn wadal i gynnla y gwan ; 

Gwneud lies a daioni y\v ysbryd ei egni, 
Yn ci holl weithrcdocdd cyflawna ei ran. 

Chwychwi, Nanticokiaid, un anian, un cnaid 

Y byddoch i'w ddyrchu ar edyn eich dawn, 
Dealhvyf fod I>avies yn mliob gwir achosion 

Yn flaenor uchelgar i ofyn eich iawn ; 
Cyfiawnder a ofyn, a gwncwcli hyny iddo. 

Diffynwch ei eiddo, a chodwch ei ben, 
A gwnewch fel y hyddai yn weddus i eraill 

I wneuthur i chwithau, ddymunwyf, Amen. 

Dew I Idloes. 



TYNERWCH Y FAM. 

Yr anwyl lednais dyner fam. 
Pa enw fel dy envv cu? 

Pwy a ddarlunia'r cariad pur, 
Dy ofal mawr a'th ofid du. 

Can's ar dy fronau dilioen di 
Y gwelais i dy febyn gwan, 

Tra cenit ei ddyddanol gan, 
A'i enw'n dilyn yw y man. 

1 1 



1 62 The Banks of SiisqiieluDuia. 

Soon as some inward pain would mar 
The slumber of thy darling child, 
Thy feelings would start up alarmed, 
And burst in pangs of love so wild. 

Oft have I seen thy briny tears 
Flow on the little, harmless form, 

Whilst thou didst press it to thy breast 
With arms of love, to keep it warm. 

Through watchful night and toiling day, 
Thy mind has been harassed with care. 

And countless tears bedew'd thy cheeks, 
Fatiguing years has gray'd thy hair. 

O, mother, as I speak thy name, 
]\Iy feelings melt beyond control. 

For thy dear angel form is stamp'd 
Within the chambers of my soul. 

Fail" and tranquil be thy sleep 
Within thy cold and narrow cell. 

To fair expound a mother's love, 
A seraph's tongue alone can tell. 

Womclidorf's Farm, Fcbvu.iry 14^187?. 




Gloiydd y Susqnchaiuia. 163 

Pail ddeuai poen i ymlid cwsg, 

Nes anesmwytho'th blentyn mad, 
Ymwylltient dy deimladau hoff, 

A llifai ffynon cariad Had. 

Tra mynych bu dy ddagrau hcillt 

Yn gvvlychu gwcdd dy febyn lion, 
Er mwyn cynesu yr un bach, 

Ei wasgu'n ddwysach at dy froii. 

Drwy wylio'r nos — llafurio'r dydd, 

Dacth meddul blin — gwanhaodd nwj'd, 

Y dagrau dreiglcnt dros dy rudd, 

A'th kidded wnaetli dy wallt yn lhv}'d. 

mam, dy cnw pan gofifaf, 
Mai piccll i {y cnaid y\v. 

Can's cerfiwyd dy angylaidd lun 

Yn nghelloedd scrch fy nghalon \v}'\v. 

Yn iach, boed i ti dawcl hun 
O fcwn i gyrau'r ceufcdd cacth, 

1 ddatgan rhinwedd tyner fam 

Scraffiaid nef ni fcdrant chwaith. 




164 



Jilt: Ba/ih'S of SiiSijnc/iaiiiid. 




A FHIEND IN NEED. 

AKIKCTH i\ A'n.I.V INSCRIBEO TO A. A. LAPE, Esq., iM. D.. KAST NANTI- 
COKE, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA. 

(Jii the last Saturday in July, 1S71, six workingmen were employed by tlie Superin- 
tendent of the Nanticoke Coal Mines, to carry my furniture into the street, and turn mc 
and my family out. All this was done simply for my endeavoring to obtain an advance 
in wages, which appertained to my fellow workmen as well as to myself. I ask the read- 
er of this volume, in what manner can workingmen expect to free themselves from the 
grasp of monopoly, when one workingman can be hired to go and turn his fellow toiler 
out of his own humble cottage. 

O, base, worthless, and cruel souls, were it not for your wives and little children, 1 
would inscribe your names on the pages of history. I do not blame Brown, the constable, 
for doing his duty, yet he could have acted as an official, without the meanness of laugh- 
ing at my calamity. Even when T accused him of his ill conduct, he intimated being so 
much acquainted with such work that he had lost his sympathetic feelings. The poetic 
assertion of Scotland's immortal bard is very true : 

" Man's inhiunanity to man 

flakes countless thousands mourn." 

To thee, my friend, my faithful friend, 

My muse awakes to bless 
The many favors thou hast done 

To me, when in distress. 
For when myself and family 

Were turned into the street, 
A refuge thou didst for us find. 

And kindl\- did us "-reet. 



deny (id y SusqiicJumiia. 



165 




CYFAILL MEWN ANGBN. 

CVFLWVXEDIU IR EXVVOG FEDDVG A. A. LAPK, EAST XAXTICOKE, 
SWYDD LUZEPXE, PA. 

Ar y SaJwni oiaf yn Gorphenaf, 1871, hiiriwyd chwech dyii gaii brif orucliwyliwr 
glofcydd Nanticokc i gludo dodrefii fy nhy i'r heol, a'm gyru i a'm teulu allan, Gwnawd 
hyn oU o herwydd fy mod yn ymdrechu cael ychwaneg o gyflog am fy llafur i a'm 
cydweilhwyr, jt hyn a ystyriem yn gyfiawn. Gofynaf i ddarllenydd y gyfrol hon pa 
fodd y gall y gweithwyr ddysgwyl cael eu rhyddhaii o afaelion trais a goimes pan yn 
cymeryd eu hurio i daflu eu cydweitlnvyr allan o'u hanncddau? 

O ! wehilion byd, cethern wael, ddideinilad ac annynol ; oni bai eich gwragedd a'ch 
plant diniwed argrafTwn eich henwau ar dudalenau hanesyddiaeth. Nid wyf yn beio 
Mr. Brown, y ceisbwl, am gyflawni ei swydd; ond dylai y corach hwnw weithredu heb 
arfer yriselwch o chwcrthin am fy sefyllfa anftbdus. I'an y cyhuddais cf o'i gam-ym- 
ddygiad, dywedodd ei fod wedi ymarfer cymmaint a'r fath u-aith nes oedd y n\vyd o 
gydymdeimlad wcdi ci Iwyr adael. Gwir a ddywed y bardd Albanaidd anfarwol — 

" Gw na aiiiiynoliaeth dyn i ddyn 
I ocsau dirif boen." 



Hyd atat, ffryiid, fy fiyddlon ffiynd, 

Fy awen fyn ei rhawd, 
I dy fendithio am a wnest 

I mi pan oeddwn dlawd ; 
Pan gcfais i a'm teulu bach 

Ein troi o'n hannedd fad, 
Ti roddaist i mi nodded glud, 

Gan ymddwyn mcgys tad. 



1 66 TJlc Banks of Susqiiehajiiia. ■ 

That philanthropic act, indeed, 

Is written on my heart, 
And time doth make it brighter still, 

As days and months depart. 
And, while the Susquehanna flows, 

For ages yet to come, 
There's many more will bless tliy name. 

For findincr mo a home. 



Thou lovely Susquehanna's stream, 

As thou dost onward flow, 
O, chant the name of my friend, Lape, 

Far as thy waters go. 
And you, the feathered, happ)' throng, 

O, warble forth his fame, 
Till every breast is filled with love, 

And lovaltv the same. 



Then will the tide of human woe 

Forever cease to be, 
And Justice spread her wings of lov^e- 

O'er earth, from sea to sea. 
So, when you see your fellow down, 

The hand of love extend, 
And try to do as he has done. 

The Golden Miner's friend. 

WomelsUorf's Farm, February t;, iSy:". 



Glcitydd Y SiiSijiuhaiimr. 167 

Y wir ddyngarol weithred dda 
Argraffwyd dan fy mron, 

Y nos a'r dydd mac'n dwyn o liyd 
Mwy-fwy o gariad Hon, 

Tra rhed y Susquehanna fwyn 

Dros oesau is y nef, 
Bydd lluoedd yn dy foli di 

.'Vm ijeisio i mi drcf. 



Tydi, y Susquehanna holT, 

Tra byddot ar dy daith, 
Adseinia enw'r cyfaill Lape 

Drwy gy'ch dy rcdiad maith ; 
A chwithau'r cor asgellog, O, 

Cydroddwch iddo'ch dawn, 
Nes bo calonau pawb trwy'r byd 

A chariacl oil yn llawn. 

Ac yna derfydd dynol wac, 

Cyfiawndcr dwyfol lor 
A leda esgyll cariad rhad 

Drwy'r byd o for i for ; 
A phan }' gweloch ef ar law r 

Cyfodwch of i'r Ian ; 
Gwnewch iddo ef fel gwnaeth ei ffrynd 

I'r MwNWR EuRAiDD f^wan. 



1 68 The Ininks of Sits'qiicJiaima. 



A HYMN FOn THS SABBATH. 

Awake, my soul, and tunc thy harp, 
To glory by thy sacred Lord, 

This is the day he has ordained 
That \\<z his victory should record. 

The confines of the gloomy grave, 
My blest Redeemer he did break ; 

And by his heavenly, sovereign power, 
The dead from slumber did awake. 

Then let each soul, with love divine, 
Now chant the triumphs of his grace, 

For giving us a day of rest. 

That we his Holy ^^'ord may trace. 

So let our songs in homage tell. 
How well the Conqueror did regain 

The Paradise that man had lost, 
To satisfy Jehovah's claim. 

Rejoice, ye fallen sons of men. 
The law is honored by his love. 

And all mankind they now can find. 
An entrance to the courts above. 

WomelsJorf'i Farm, February ;'5, iS??. 



Glenydd y Siisqiichauna. 169 



HYMN I'B SABBATH. 

Dihuna, enaid, dannau nwyf, 

I ddadgan mawl i Arghvydd nef. 

Can's dyma'r dydd ordciniobd Duw 
I roi'r gogoniant iddo ef. 

Caethiwed crch y beddrod du 
A dorwyd gan yr lesu mawr, 

A thrwy ei nefol allu bu 

Rhyddhad i fcinvon gwael y llaA\ r. 

Alcwn cariad dwyfol deuwch oil 

I ganu i'w anfeidrol rad 
Am to'i i ni ei santaidd ddydd 

I chwilio'n ddwys i'w lyfr mad. 

Gadewn i'n canau eglur ddweyd 
Am fuddugoliaeth fawr ein Glyw, 

Y wynfa golhvyd ddaeth yn ol, 
Nes adfer dyn, a boddlon Duw. 

Cydlawenhewch lioll dculu'r cwymp, 
Y ddeddf foddlonwyd trwy ci wa'd, 

A dynolryw yn awr a gant 
Fyncdfa at eu nefol Dad. 



i^o The Banks of Siisquchaiiiia. 



THE CHRISTIAN. 

This is the highest name we can possess, 

While travelHng through this wilderness. 

All other names on earth will soon be lost. 

Because tliey never did their value cost, 

But he who has this name and title won, 

By imitating God's beloved Son, 

His soul it is a fount of joy and lo\e. 

Replenished from the Eternal Fount above. 

And when the starry orbs will cease to roll, 

And earth no more will reach the northern pole. 

The angel's trump will bid the dead arise 

To meet their God in glory or surprise ; 

But Christ will know his Christians from the rest, 

And chanfje their names to saints forever blest. 

Mahanoy City, April 3, 1870, 



A CBADLE SONG. 

WRl'l TEN WHILK JHE WIFE OK DR. A. A. LAPE WAS SIXGIXC HKR 
LITTLE CHILD TO SLEEP. 

O sleep, my gentle little baby, 

While thy mother charms thy rest, 

Nothing here shall mar thy slumber, 
Thou art my tender infant blegt. 



Glcnydd y Sv.sqnehaiina. 1 7 1 



Y CEISTION. 

Yr enw uwchaf mcwn gwynfyd ac mevvn bn-d, 

Wrth deithio drwy anialwch byd ; 

Dyddimir envvau eraill gan ei nerth, 

A hyny drwy na chafodd fawr cu gwerth : 

Yr hwn enilla'r cnw iddo ei hun, 

Drwy efelychu a chrcdu'ri Mab y dyn, 

Ei enaid sydd yn ffynon cariad ciin. 

Ddiwallir o ffynoncll Duw ci hun. 

Pan ddcrfydd cylch reolaidd ser y gwawl. 

A cholli o'r ddaear ei phegynol hawl. 

Yr udgorn gan, a'r meirw ddaw i'r Ian, 

A gwysir hwy i wydd y Barnwr ban ; 

Didola hwynt, a'i ddcfaid gymcr cf ; 

A'u henwau mwy fydd scintiau nef y ncf. 



CAN Y CEYD. 

A GYKANSODDWVD PAN OEDD ANWVL BRIOD Y MEDDYG lAPK 
KAST NANTICOKE, YN SIGI.O EI BAP.AN I GYSGU. 

O cysga di, fy anwyl faban, 

Tra byddo'th fam yn swyno'th hun, 

Nid oes un bod a faidd dy gyffro, 
O herwydd ti yw'm tyncr un. 



;!72 TJic Banks of Sitsquehaiina. 

Thou art provided far superior 
Than the One that once was born 

In the Bethlehem humble manger, 
Among the oxen, quite forlorn. 

But thou, my tender, lovely baby, 
Hast a home, with friends^to dwell, 

And thy mother chants beside thee, 
With whom thou art acquainted well. 

P^or oft upon thy mother's bosom. 
Thy tranquil form has gone to sleep. 
While my arms I clasped around thee, 

My eyes thy wants did watchful keep. 

Then sleep, my solace, little infant, 
Ease thy mother's care-worn brow ; 

For, didst thou know my tired feelings, 
Thou wouldst repose in slumber now. 

So sweetly slumber, O my darling. 
For angels 'round thy cradle dwell. 

And no one but thy faithful mother 
Can thy wants and feelings tell. 

.'K;i.st Nanticoke, Fcbru.iry e3, 1872. 




Glcjiydd y Susquehanna. ij-^ 

Darparvvyd i ti le ragoraeh 

Na wnaethpwyd i Dywysog nef, 
Draw yn Methl'em, yn y preseb, 

Yn mhlith ychain ganwyd ef. 

Ond genyt ti, fy anwyl-blentyn, 

Mae cartref a chyfeillion mad, 
A mam i ganu yn dy ymyl, . 

A'th wylied beunydd heb nacad. 

O herwydd myiiych yn ei breichiau 

I fynwes cwsg y syrthiaist ti ; 
Mantellau'm cariad oedd am danat, 

A'm llygaid graffent ar dy fri. 

Gan hyny cysga'm iraidd blentyn, 

Ac esmwytha flinedig fam, 
A phe gvvybyddit ei theimladau 

Ni fynet iddi dderbyn nam. 

O huna'n felus, fy anwylyd, 

Angylion wyliant 'gylch dy gryd ; 

Ac nid oes fel mam anwylaf 
'DSiwallu'th angen yn y byd. 




1/4 



TJic Banks of Susquehanna. 




THE DESEPwTED PATH. 

These lines were composecf while on a walk through the woods. I'he old fai'in referred 
to is situated about two miles from Wanamie, on the left-hand side of the road leading 
to Shickshinny. 

One day, as we rambled through woodland and glen, 
The beauties of nature delighting to ken, 
We dropp'd on a path on which many had trod, 
l)Ut trees are now growing from the desolate sod. 

Its ancient appearance it struck us with awe 
As we gazed on the path and the relics we saw, 
We wondered whoever had lived in the place. 
And what had become of the adventurous race. 

One-half of a century has glided away, 
Since there an old farmer delighted to stay ; 
His name it was Hawk, from what I can hear. 
But gone is the pilgrim from trouble and fear. 

The wild birds are chanting around the old barn. 
The only memento now left of the farm ; 
For c[uite isolated is everything "round, 
And nothing domestic is there to be found. 



The Banks of Susqitchajina. lyc 

The scones that of yore were rural and bright, 
Are now changed to the gloom and aspect of night, 
For the voices that cheered the once lovely dell. 
In silence have bade it forever farewell. 

How constant the agent of time goes around, 
Decaying all things in his way that is found, 
But man can rejoice that when time is no more 
His soul it, will bloom on the pearly bright shore. 

Wmiamie, April 15, i£72. 



MY SILENT FEIEND. 

Thou blest benefactor my muse it aspires 

In gratitude ever thy actions to tell, 
Till thy fame has resounded from ocean to ocean. 

Thou friend of the needy and pride of the dell. 
The angels of light, from the suburbs of glory, 

With rapture hath viewed thee as thou didst extend 
The hand of support to the poor and the need}'. 

While myself I have found thee the faithfulest friend. 

My friend hast thou been when misfortune befell me. 
By guiding me safe through the clouds of distress ; 

Thy hand and thy heart both loyal hath proved, 
And thy soul full of virtue e'er aimed to bless. 



I j6 . TJtc Banks of Susquehanna. 

.•\nd now, as old age thy form is a-bending, 

Thy actions doth shine hke the gems of the nighty 

And thy tranquil abode with tears will be sprinkled, 
When thy soul into glory hath wended its flight. 

Though but seldom again, my dear, faithful friend, 

We shall meet in the future, the past to review, 
But Oh, may we meet in that radiant abode, 

Where no one can breathe the cold word of adieu. 
But one favor I ask, should Providence grant, 

To wipe the cold sweat that may roll on th}- brow. 
When the angels arc bidding thee come to thy rest, 

As thou to the will of thy Saviour doth bow. 



THE "ANTHEACITE MONITOB" 0? 1871. 

Once more upon the Atlantic sea of life 

She floats, to meet the tidal waves again, 

Rebuilt, enlarged with philanthropic strength, 

Another year to face the frowning main. 

She nobly has survived the tempests of the past, 

And brought her cargoes to the toiler's port. 

Though many have desired to see her sink. 

To gratify their evil minds with sport. 

But, ah ! 'tis not in cowards' finite minds 

To sec the light of Justice, Truth, and Love, 



llie Banks of Susquthainui. i JJ 

But they who sacred hold the rights of man, 

They see as saints do see, the clear light above. 

And what would life be if we were to live 

Without sustaining labor's just demand? 

Why like the brutes that perish, we would fall,- 

No more to rise upon the sacred stand. 

Look back tv/o years ago, my fellow men. 

Upon the cloudy state of labor then; 

When lo, the monitorial bark appeared 

To guide the toil&r from the gloomy glen. 

God speed her, on another year to sail 

The fluctuating seas of busy life, 

And bring employers and their employees 

In unison and love instead of strife. 

Thus will this great and glorious land survive 

The fate that has on other lands befell, 

iVnd countless millions sing in high esteem. 

Of those who for its liberty have fell. 

Then let us ever be in one unbroken band. 

The scattered sons of every age and land, 

United stand in every trying hour, 

And manly face the storm when tyrants lower. 

A happy new year, then, to each luiion man, 

Whose heart is willing to do all it can 

To spread the fragrance of delight around, 

Upon the surface and beneath the ground. 

A blessing on the pilot of this bark, 

And may he reach his well progressive mark. 

12 



i/S The Banks of SiisqitcJianna. 

That when the year of seventy-one is out, 
We shall not be upon the gloomy route, 
But sing with joy of union evermore, 
Until we reach a fairer, happier shore. 

East Xanticokc, December's, 1S70. 



THE LAST DAY OF THE PLYMOUTH PILGPwIM. 

The body of a man was found at the foot of the " Honey Pot " mountain, near the 
Susquehanna River, in the township of Newport, on the 21st of April, 1872, by two men, 
who were going to fish. Upon investigation it was ascertained that the name of the dead 
man was John EUiet, of Plymouth, P.t. The following poem shortly thcrer.ftcr .-sppeared 
in the Plymouth Star : 

The chilly winds of cold December's fury 
His silver locks were waving to and fro, 

As he perambulated sad and weary, 

To try and reach tlic poorliousc, full of woe. 

Fatigued at last, upon a log he seated 
His aged form, beside the lovely stream ; 

And who can tell how much he meditated 
On days gone by, appearing like a dream. 

Methinks he slept, and dreamed he was reclining 
In the arm chair within the tranquil cot, 

And heard the footsteps and the voices sounding 
Upon the floor of the bright, hallowed spot. 



Tlic Banks of Snsqnchaniia. 179 

And ere he woke from the enraptured vision 
He heard the music of the feathered throng, 

Which filled his soul with sacred exhaltation, 
In praise to Him to whom all praise belongs. 

Old Phccbus from the zenith had descended, 

When he awoke from this sweet, heavenly dream, 

And heard the rustling leaves that blended 

'Long with the murmuring of the flowing stream. 

He gazed around him, struck ^vith consternation, 

While snow-flakes fell upon his hoary head ; 
He wept, he cried, entreated for salvation, 
But naught was for him but a woodland bed. 

The narrow track that leads to the asylum. 
Has disappeared from his waning sight; 

No ray of hope illuminates his bosom, 

But scenes of day transformed to sable night. 

Beside the log he tiicn his form reclined, 
And laid his arm across his swelling breast ; 

And Oh ! we trust, his soul he then resigned 
Unto Jehovah's gracious, wise behest. 

O ! shall I say that silence Vvas in glory, 

When pangs of death his bosom did expand ; 

That angels chanted the redeeming story, 
And bade him welcome to the better land ? 



i8o The Jnjiiks of Siisijnchaiina. 

He slcepeth now to wait the latest lierakl, 

At whose command he'll leave the silent ground; 

Then may that name be brighter tlian the emerald, 
Upon his brow, where sorrow once w ;is found. 

\V;<ii.imie, April v;,, I'Jj;. 



THE LITTLE EMIG-EANT'S SON&. 

We long to see the cottage where our grandfather dwells, 
To hear him relate the old stories he often unto us did tell. 
But now the Atlantic is rolling between us and the dear cot, 
Still the happy, sweet hours of childhood on earth will not be 
forgot. 

Your hoary, white head, dear sire, we fear we never shall see. 
For age your form is a bending, and soon you will for to be. 
But still your form will be cherished along with the seasons 

of yore. 
And the blessings )Ou on us conferred remembered will be 

evermore. 

Our minds are so troubled about you, we tancy your person 

we see, 
A walking through the bright bowers where often }ou led 

Tom and me 
To hear the little singing birds and gather the lovely, sweet 

ilowers. 
But gone are they now, aged sire, those golden and fair sunny 

hours. 



TJic Banks of Susquehanna. i8i 

But still we hope, dear sire, we shall meet in that Eden above, 
Where water nor death cannot part us, but there we eternal 

shall love, 
And walk through the bowers of glory, their pleasures and 

beauties to trace, 
So adieu, aged sire, till we meet in that glorified place. 



THE CELESTIAL CITY, 

RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED 'JO SAMUEL LINES. 

Beyond the vaulted, starry spheres. 

There is a blest, eternal space, 
Where God himself majestic reigns, 

In all his glory, love and grace. 

No thoughts can soar, no words explain 
The beauties of that sacred clime ; 

But still aspiring thoughts revive 

Our drooping souls with joys sublime. 

There's music in the name of heaven ; 

It means a place of joy and rest, 
Where the redeemed of earth retire. 

To dwell eternal with the blest. 



1 82 The Banks of Susqucha'diia. 

liow \-ain would be our future hopes 
If there no place of refuge were ; 

Our minds would be absorbed in gloom,. 
And ne'er a single joy would share. 

But the immortal soul proclaims 
There is a land of light and life, 

Where verdant scenes so tranquil bloom,. 
Free from the withering gales of strife.. 

Ah, }'es ; 'tis a pure abode 

My soul asserts without a dread. 

Where the unfading spirit lives 
When its frail tenement is dead. 

It is a fertile, blooming clime. 
Where founts of glory ever flow ; 

I blush in trying to explain 

What saints in paradise shall know. 

To say unnumbered dazzling orbs 
Illume the blissful realms with liglit, 

Would be the same as to compare 
^leridian noon with middle night. 

There needs no planetary suns 
To light the radiant plains above ; 

No glimmering stars, no moon declines. 
O'er those celestial c^roves of love. 



The Banks of Sasqutlianna. 183;. 

Perfection in its glory there 

Supremely reigns, divinely bright, 

And all the suns of countless worlds 
Would doubt at His effulgent sight. 

God and the Lamb is all the light 
Of that transcendent, holy place ; 

And all the myriad angel throngs 
Will ne'er its full perfection trace. 

And w hat can our poor feeble minds 

Explain of such a place as this ; 
And all that we know at present is, 

It is a land of endless bliss. 

Ten thousand earthly Edens would 

In insignificance be lost, 
As trying to contrast them with 

The Eden of the glittering host. 

And yet this heritage is thine. 
Frail wanderer of this sinful earth. 

If thou with seek the Saviour's love, 
And realize his sacred worth. 

Then come, dejected, fallen man, 

And seek thy Jesus so divine ; 
Then, after death, eternal know 

The fullness of those joys sublime. 



184 The Banks of Sitsquchanna. 

Eden of Edcns, the angels' home, 
O may wc reach ihy pearly shore ; 

Then with the rapturous, holy throng 
Forever the dear Lord adore. 



CHEIST ON THE CEOSS. 

iN'scRir.r.D ro v.. d. t-artiie, Ks(,\ 

'Tis nine o'clock; the morning" sun is shining. 

On half his way towards meridian glory, 
As 'round the cross the angr}- mob arc thronging, 

To see the end of the prophetic stor\'. 

So o\\ the cross the^' lay the blest Redeemer, 
And then his hands and feet they proudly nail, 

Yet through it all he breatheth not a murmur, 
But prays for those that scornful at him rail. 

He looks with pity on his tender mother. 

And calmly says : "Woman, behold thy son ;"" 
But to his duty he is as firm as ever. 

And knows that soon the victory will be won. 

I lis graceful form, that once appeared so lovely. 
Is marred with anguish and with bloody sweat 

And still the rabble, in their rage and fury, 
Their poisonous arrows at his person let. 



The Banks of Siisqucliaiina. 185 

Two criminals beside him are suspended ; 

The one derides the honor of his fame, 
The other owns the power of His Godhead, 

And seeks a favor in Iiis glorious name. 

"To-day," replies the kind and gentle Saviour, 
" Shalt thou in paradise be 'long with me." 

What consolation to a dying sinner 

To know that he 'long with his Lord shall be. 

For three long hours has the cruel audience 
Upon the feelings of the Saviour trod ; 

So agonizing is his marred appearance 

That even Thoebus blushes to see his God. 

The heax'ens doth now assume the garb of woe, 
To mourn for the eternal Prince of Light ; 

And fear and horror fills each mind below, 
As middle day is changed to sable night. 

With pain and thirst, at last, he is exhausted ; 

The bitter cup is drained to the core ; 
No longer can the Son of God be taunted, 

His heart has yielded all its vital gore. 

Tis three o'clock, just as the battle endeth, 
When on his Father, lo ! he loudly cries; 

He bows his sacred head and then ascendeth 
In cflorious triumph to his native skies. 



1 86 The Banks of Siisquchaiiiia. 

Now rending rocks and opening graves sustain 
The truth that Jesus died upon the tree. 

,\nd even the throng, so brutish and so vain, 
Doth all assert the Son of God was lie. 

What countless angels crowd the bounds eternal, 
To bid the victor welcome to his home ; 

While seraphs open wide the gates supernal, 
Ready to lead En^anuel to his throne. 

The glittering train at last appears in view. 

Heralded by the harbingers of light ; 
And rapturous glory fills the host anew, 

At the redeeming, blest, effulgent sight. 

.\nd as he enters the Celestial City, 

Amid the greetings of the sacred throng. 

They veil their faces at his royal beauty, 
And then they open the immortal song. 

The seraphs then escort him to his throne, 
There in his glory ever more to reign ; 

And heaven doth echo with the hallov/ed tone, 
"W^ortln- the lamb that was for sinners slain !'" 






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Glenydd y Susquehanna. 
Y DDINAS NEFOL. 

CYFIEITHIAD O'R " CFXESTIAL CITY," TUD. i8i. 

Tu hwnt i'r cylch serenog 

Rhyw annherfynol wagle sydd ; 

A Duw ei hun ar orsedd sydd 
Yn ei ogoniant bythol fydd. 

Pa feddwl ddichon eglurhau 
Y ceinion gogoneddus draw, 

Er hyn y meddwl treiddio wna, 
A ehysur pur i'w enaid ddaw. 

Peroriaeth sydd yn enw'r nef, 
Meddylia, lie i orphwys byth, 

Lie cludir cadfridogion dewr 

I gael tragwyddol wneud eu nyth. 

Mor ynfyd fai'n gobeithion ni 

Pe na bai noddfa ini'n bod, 
Y meddwl mewn arweol wyll, 

Heb wir lawenydd is y rhod. 

Anfarwol fywyd lawenha 

Fod tir o fywyd ac o fawl, 
Sef lie rhamantus olygfeydd, 

Heb grino, fydd yn ngwlad y gwawl. 



1 88 Glcnydd y Snsqucliauna. 

Ha ! yno mae y santaidd lu, 
Fy enaid hoedda heb un gwrid, 

Lie bydd i'r ysbryd gywir fyw 
Pan edy'r corff i'r ddaear bridd. 

Ardderchog ydyvv yn ddiau, 

Lie tardd ffynonau grisial chweg. 

Mi wridaf fi wrth geisio dweyd 
Y bri gaiff saint Paradvvys well. 

I ddweyd fod myrdd o lachar ser 
Yn llewyrch i'r gororau tlos, 

Unwedd ag efelychu y 

Cyhudedd, nawn a gvvyll y nos 

Planedau'r heulbarth, heiliau tan, 
Diangen ynt i oleu'r wlad, 

Y ser ysblenydd llewyrch lloer, 
Ni fyn gororau cariad rhad. 



Perffeithrwydd yno sydd i'w gael 
Yn llywio'r dduwinyddol dref, 

A heuliau bydoedd sy'n ddirif 
Ddiffoddent ar ei lewyrch ef. 



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Kin Duw a'r Oen yw'r gwawl i gyd, 

Ei adnewyddol lewyrch lu, 
A'r llu afrifed engyl sydd 

Ni thraethant byth berffeithrwydd ni. 



Glenydd y Susquehanna. 1 89 

Pa beth all ein dychymyg ni 

Olrheinio i'r fath ddanteithiol wledd ? 

Yr oil a wyddom ydyw hyn, 
Ei bod yn wlad o fythol hedd. 

Rhyw ddengmil o Edenau'r byd 

A syrthient i dragwyddol goll 
Pe tynid cyffelybiaeth o 

Yr Eden hon sydd oil yn oil. 

Ac eto'th etifeddiaeth yw, 

Grwydredig ddyn mewn pechod cas, 
Os wyt am feddu cariad Crist 

Diwygia 'nawr a chais ei ras. 

Gan hyny tyred, fab y cwymp, 

A chais yr lesu i dy hawl, 
Ar ol marwolaeth gwybod gai 

Ddirgehvch nodwedd gwlad y gwawl. 

Ha ! Eden yr Edenau oil, 

Lie engyl, na chawn yno fod, 
Pan gyda'r llu dyrchafwn lef, 

Pm Arglwydd mawr, gan seinio'i glod. 



Entered according to Act ofCongress, in the year 1872, by WILLIAM A. DAVIES, 

(Thb Goldbn Miner,) In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, 

at Washington. 




ONTENTS. 



Note. — The poems in the Welsli are on the pages opposite to the corresponding po- 
ems in Engh'sh. 

Pagt. 
A HaiEF ADDRESS P- 

ADVENTUROUS BARD, THE IW 

A FRIEND IN NEED 1«J 

A HYMN FOR THE SABBATH 168 

A MOTHER'S LOVE.. 160 

"ANTHRA-CITE MONITOR" OF 1871, THE 176 

BAPTISTRY OF ZION, THE - SO 

BUCKVII.LE BLACKSMITH, THK 2S 

CHRISTIAN, THE 170' 

CHRIST ON THE CROSS 1S4 

COLUMBIA 5S 

COW, THE 118 

CRADLE SONG nO' 



li. Contents. 

I'age. 
DESERTED PATH, TKK 171 

DO WHAT YOfJ GA.N 46 

EAST NANTICOKE TEMPEKANCE SOCIETY 8(i 

EPITAPH OF THE (.'HIUSTIAN SOLDIER 14(i 

EPITAPH OX HANNAH THOMAS 7(t 

FEAR NOT HI 

FLOW ON, SUSQUEHANNA 13« 

FORGIVE ONE ANOTHER 12(i 

HARRY, THOU ART THE STRANGER'S FRIEND 152 

HAVE YOU NOT HEARD op THE BEATTTIFUL LAND? UO 

IN MEMORIAM (X) 

JESUS. THE SINNER-S FRIKSD 102 

LINES TO THE REV. JOHN BEECH SO 

LITTLE CHILDREN 112 

LLEWELLYN'S GRAVE 40 

LOOMIS JUSTIN R 74 

MINER'S DREAM, THE 50 

MY CHIEFTAIN NOT FORtiOTTEN !t4 

MY OLD FRIEND JOHN 7H 

MY SILENT FRIEND 175 

ODE TO THE SUPREME BEING 142 

ODE TO WASHINGTON 22 

•O, THAT WirH THEE, MY FAITHFUL FATHEU 132 

THE CELESTIAL CITY ISl 



Contents. iii. 



THE CHRISTIAN'S MARCH TO THE CITY OF LIGHT SI 



THE CLOSING OF THE TERM, 



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THE LAST DAY OF THE PLY'MOUTH PILGRIM m, 

THE LITTLE EMIGRANT'S SONG ISO 

THOUGHTS UPON HOPE lOc. 

THOUGHTS UPON THE DIADEMS OF NIGHT 24s 

THY GENTLE VOICE, MY MOTHER DEAR ,51 

TO A. N. HUMPHREYS (^; 

TO EDITH , 224 

TO ELIZA BLAKE 228 

TO MY MARIA S2 

TO THE "ANTHRACirE MONITOR," 1872 c(i. 

TO THOMAS WALTER PRICE H,, 

VISITING PHYSICIAN, THE lo,> 

WANDERERS PRAYER, THE 23t'. 

WILLIAM I.APE; OR, THE FADING FLOWER 25^^ 




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